"Work" was exhausting, Dean Zhang and his female secretary had stripped off their clothes and were still drenched in sweat, panting heavily, yet still gritting their teeth and persevering as if they were bound by a dedication to go all out, even unto death.
The sudden ring of Dean Zhang's cell phone startled the two mid-battle, and Dean Zhang himself shivered before his body went limp.
"Damn it, what a buzzkill..."
Dean Zhang grumbled and, somewhat reluctantly, pulled away from his female secretary's body, picked up the phone, and his expression immediately changed.
"Who's so annoying, huh? Not calling earlier or later, but now... Dean, come on, I'm not satisfied yet!"
The female secretary, with seductive eyes, looked at Dean Zhang and writhed on the couch, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"Shut your damn mouth!"
Dean Zhang glared at the female secretary and chided sharply, then pressed the answer button, speaking respectfully, "Doctor Fang, may I ask what you need?"
