Zhang Zhao went about his business with an exceptionally uplifted spirit.
Ren Qi stood behind Director Zheng, tenderly massaging his shoulders.
"Little Ren, to be a woman, you have to be sensible like you, right?"
Director Zheng, with eyes closed, said slowly, but his mind was filled with Yuan Siyi's face.
He harbored some hatred towards Yuan Siyi. Why can't you, woman, understand the mood? How many years would one need to struggle after graduating from college to earn a monthly salary of fifty thousand! And I've provided you with a platform, yet you rejected it!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his body started feeling uncomfortable as well.
He grabbed Ren Qi's small hand from his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you come home with me tonight?"
