Thinking about it, the corners of Yang Hao's mouth turned up almost imperceptibly, yet his face still wore a tormented expression as if he were still contemplating whether to cooperate with Feng Moli or not.
"Uhm, my head's a bit dizzy, I drank a bit too much just now."
"Director Yang, could you rub my legs for me?"
Just then, Feng Moli suddenly spoke up. As she spoke, she directly draped one of her long legs over Yang Hao's knee.
Uh??
Yang Hao looked at Feng Moli with a baffled face.
What happened to the beauty trap?
This is more like a strong-arming tactic!!
How does a dizzy head lead to rubbing legs???
She didn't want to beat around the bush at all!
Just going for it!!
What Yang Hao didn't know was that this was just how Feng Moli was, never one for subtlety.
She always got straight to the point, no matter what the task!
Once she made up her mind, she would act immediately!
"Yeah, drank a bit too much."
"It's a bit hot too!"
