Chen Song was stunned when he saw this.
He immediately looked up at Fu Sinian and realized that President Fu's face was so dark that he couldn't look at him directly.
"President Song, did you get into the wrong car?" Fu Sinian asked in a low voice.
Song Ning raised her head and looked at Fu Sinian seductively. She didn't answer Fu Sinian's question immediately. Instead, she leaned back in the chair lazily and raised her slender and straight legs slightly. Her high heels slid down her feet.
Chen Song, who was at the side, felt his blood swell.
"President Fu, your car is so comfortable. The seat is comfortable and spacious. Can you take me home?" Song Ning's voice was soft. This was completely different from her usual appearance.
"Chen Song, since President Song likes my car, send President Song back," Fu Sinian instructed Chen Song.
"Yes," Chen Song replied.
