Two male colleagues came over and found the office area pitch dark, lighting it up with their phones only to discover not a single person there.
"Where is she, that bitch? Where did she go?"
"She's run off!"
Frustrated that their plan had failed and that they hadn't gotten a chance to kiss her, the two men stamped their feet in anger.
"I told you it was a bad idea. A woman like her, you can tell she's pampered. Otherwise, she would have turned into a yellow-faced wife long ago."
"If you want something to happen, you need to take the time and effort to care and love, break down her mental defenses. Once you get her into bed, you can play however you want."
While the two men were exchanging their experiences, He Qianhui had already returned to her place, a small one-bedroom apartment.
Compared to Liu Gang's big house, it was smaller, but it was sufficient.
