He sat on the sofa, watching Bai Lu busily working on her accounts on her own.
Observing her ample bosom quiver with every movement, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Do women with impressive cleavage all have such strong career aspirations?"
He lit a cigarette and began smoking it somewhat boredly.
By the time he had finished the cigarette, Bai Lu was still intensely focused, continuously working through the accounts.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt somewhat bored. Just then, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
"You scoundrel, have you gotten home yet?"
It was actually a message from Murong Fenghua.
"Looks like this stunning beauty is really thinking about me."
"Yeah yeah, already home, thanks for your concern, Fenghua sis,"
Zhang Xiaomeng replied with a chuckle.
"Deluding yourself, who's concerned about you?"
On the other end, Murong Fenghua replied with a message, her cheeks turning red.
