Zhang Tianling's efforts were futile.
Zhang Tianling panicked.
She looked up and happened to see Li Chengqian's murderous gaze. The strong smell of alcohol in his breath made her feel that she couldn't continue like this. If this went on, she might suffer.
"Boss, let go of me! You're hurting me. My feet hurt!" Tears streamed down Zhang Tianling's face, and her voice was quavering. Any man who heard her would feel pity.
They would all be moved by her delicate and moving act.
Unfortunately, it is Li Chengqian that Zhang Tianling was dealing with this time.
Li Chengqian knew Zhang Tianling's identity as a commercial spy very well. How could he have any thoughts of pity?
"Zhang Tianling, I like you. I want you!"
"Boss, please don't do this!"
