Hearing this, Wang Ke'er said in a daze, "Vice President Zhao? Who's that? I don't know him."
"What?!" Wang Zetian asked. "Don't know him? If you don't know him, why were you sitting on his lap?"
When Wang Ke'er heard this, she immediately woke up. She roared, "Are you sick? Are you calling me in the morning just to slander me? When did I sit on his lap?"
When Zhao Qiang heard Wang Ke'er's shout, he opened his eyes.
He thought for a moment, then looked at Wang Ke'er and said, "Um... Yesterday, you might have really sat on Vice President Zhao's lap."
When Wang Ke'er heard what Zhao Qiang said, she immediately straddled him and signaled with her eyes for him to stay quiet.
Zhao Qiang still had a smile on his face as Wang Ke'er sat on him. He was afraid that she would fall, so he hugged her waist. Wang Ke'er's waist was slender. Zhao Qiang found himself stroking her belly a few times.
