On the sofa, the Assistant's clothing was disheveled, her eyes flashing with discontent, yet she dared not say much.
Quickly tidying up her clothes, she purposefully put on her shoes slowly with the intention of letting Jian Keyan see the situation here.
Jian Zhiguo anxiously said, "Hurry up if Keyan sees this, I won't let you off."
"These shoes are so hard to put on," the assistant complained coquettishly.
At this moment, the doorknob turned, and Jian Keyan entered without asking.
In the room, Jian Zhiguo was working at his office desk, the assistant beside him was tidying up files and the hem of her skirt was lifted up.
Everyone going to work would reflexively straighten out their clothes, so how could one let the hem of her skirt lift up.
Unless, they had just done something.
Staring coldly at the Assistant, Jian Keyan ordered, "My father and I need to talk, get out."
The tone was very unpleasant; it was reprimanding.
