Leng Feifei looked up as Ye Long entered the office, this guy's gaze immediately fixating on a specific part of her, prompting Leng Feifei to roll her eyes and say, "Slick, take your eyes off me!"
"Cough cough, this view is too beautiful, I can't look away!" Ye Long said, swallowing his saliva.
Right now, Ye Long was like a man who hadn't eaten for two days and suddenly saw a pair of chicken legs appear in front of him—he just wanted to leap forward and take a few bites!
"Slick, you're asking for it!" Leng Feifei glared at Ye Long, his face full of lecherous intent, and said.
With a sly smile, Ye Long said, "Officer beauty, before I discuss Qing Han with you, there's another very important matter I must discuss with you!"
"What's the matter?" Leng Feifei asked warily, always feeling that Ye Long, that Slick, was up to no good.
Indeed, Ye Long, that Slick, was planning to be up to no good; he was set on being manly—he was going all in!
