"Talk?" Chiang Baohe said, "Then why did you bring her with you?" Chiang glanced at Yu Chunyu, his gaze darkening.
Today, Yu Chunyu wore a very soft top that accentuated the shape of her chest, and a pair of slightly flared jeans that highlighted the seductive curve of her waist and hips.
Chiang Baohe stared until his eyes were fixed.
Zou Xiaoling, oblivious to his gaze, hugged Yu Chunyu's arm and said, "We're colleagues, what's so strange about coming over together?"
Chiang Baohe forced a strange smile and replied, "You want to talk? Then let's talk, but I'm thirsty now, my mouth is dry, can't talk; go pour me a glass of water."
"You..." Zou Xiaoling wanted to say she wasn't there to serve him, why should she pour water for him?
But Yu Chunyu tugged at her, saying, "As long as he's willing to talk, pouring water is no problem."
