Wang Jie lay collapsed heavily on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
With a smirk lifting the corners of her mouth, she smiled slightly, her face filled with coquettish charm and seductiveness. Zhao Yanhong lifted her skirt and then quietly sat on Wang Jie's thighs, laughing playfully as she spoke.
"This lad is really stubborn, just like you in temper."
The job interview was uneventful and without any ripples; Wang Fengping waved her hand and left.
"Take good care of my son, don't let him suffer any grievances. I won't be coming out for a while now."
As she spoke, Wang Fengping left on her own accord, not bothering to consider whether her son would end up toyed with by Zhang Yanhong.
With a satisfied grin, Zhang Yanhong paid no mind, her expression one of novelty as she caressed Wang Jie's cheek, looking as though she had found a treasure.
"Damn charming man, how do you manage to be so enchanting, so attractive?"
