Murong Qiao, who was standing at the door, listened to the female voice inside. Her words gradually fell, and even the smile on her lips turned expressionless.
With a little force, the door was gently pushed open, and the scene inside fell into Murong Qiao's eyes.
The woman was leaning against the desk, her plump chest looking a little peach-colored under her arms. Her permed hair hung loosely and flirtatiously on her shoulders, and her smiling eyes were fixed on Huo Yichen. It was as if she couldn't see anyone else.
Murong Qiao raised her eyebrows and recognized this person at a glance.
"Are you really able to bear making me come here for nothing?" Jiang Weiyang leaned close to Huo Yichen.
From Murong Qiao's angle, it looked like Jiang Weiyang was kissing Huo Yichen. Their postures were so intimate that they were entangled and inseparably sweet.
This scene was indescribably dazzling, so Murong Qiao took a step forward and made some noise.
