"Showing off?"
Yang Hao laughed and spread his hands, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth!"
"Huh?"
Feng Moli was stunned, looking at Yang Hao with some disbelief.
She had thought her boss was a "pushover," but it seemed she might have underestimated him.
"Director Yang, forgive my bluntness,"
"You really should take care of your health at your age!"
Feng Moli reminded him with a smiling face.
"It seems you still don't understand me!"
Yang Hao decided to let this new female subordinate experience his real strength.
"Director Yang, do you really not need to take a rest?"
Rip!
Ah!!
The moment Feng Moli's words left her mouth, the stockings on her slender legs were torn.
"We'll discuss the topic of rest later!"
"If you still have the energy!"
As he spoke, Yang Hao violently tore the hole in the stocking even wider, for easier operation!
An hour later.
Feng Moli lay limp on the massage bed, her eyes dazed as she looked at Yang Hao, her new boss.
