"Alright, Young Master Leng."
"Beep!" He quickly hung up the phone and irritably tugged at his tie.
At this moment, the door was gently knocked three times, and the silhouette of a woman in black could be seen standing outside the semi-transparent glass door.
His irritation grew, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Yun Muyin, with a big belly and a face full of coy smiles, walked in. Her large earrings swung confidently with her movements. She walked directly toward the man behind the desk, seated herself on the edge of it seductively, and smiled, "Have you made up your mind about the matter we discussed last time, Chenxuan? The meeting is about to start, you know. It's not too late to decide now."
As she spoke, she shamelessly stretched out her delicate hand to smooth out the wrinkles on the man's shirt.
