"Do you need me to carry you to the bathroom to wash up?" Wu Gang asked, noticing that Song Xue seemed to lack even the strength to blink.
Song Xue didn't answer; she was indeed completely exhausted.
....
After leaving the backyard, Wu Gang went straight to Zhao Lu's office.
Just as he got to the door, he heard a series of muffled sounds coming from inside.
"Huh? Why does that sound so much like Song Xue's moans from earlier?"
Wu Gang muttered to himself and, without giving it much thought, pushed open the office door.
In an instant, he was shocked by Zhao Lu, who was still indulging in self-pleasure.
"President Zhao, what fun is there in playing alone? Do you need my help?" Wu Gang asked, regaining his composure, with a suggestive tone.
"Get lost, fucker!"
Zhao Lu was startled and without thinking, threw a folder flying at Wu Gang.
Wu Gang casually dodged it, then closed the door and held Zhao Lu in his arms.
