Su Ningyan couldn't help but look down at her chest, immediately thinking that Zhuo Junyue was nothing more than a pervert.
"Uncle, I don't want to!"
At this moment, it was early morning in America.
Zhuo Junyue had planned the timing carefully before calling her.
"Be good, you look most charming after a bath. Since I can't hold you in person, I can only look at your pictures. Honey, can you bear it?"
"I won't take it. There's nothing to see, you've seen it all anyway."
Zhuo Junyue glanced down at his pants, this was simply torture.
Next time he goes on a business trip, he'll just bring her along and have her serve as his translator.
He took a deep breath, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Honey, I'm suffering..."
"..."
Su Ningyan could almost imagine what kind of expression Lord Zhuo had when he said that.
"Honey, be good and take a couple of selfies."
Listening to his voice, Su Ningyan couldn't help but felt pity for him, so she took a few random selfies and sent them over.
