Perhaps because Qiu Tu's movement was really subtle, Tan Huimin clearly didn't hear the door close.
She was still standing there with her back to Qiu Tu, her buttocks pouted, holding a white cloth and diligently wiping the legs of Qiu Tu's desk.
She was meticulous in her work, wiping with dedication. Qiu Tu watched with equal attention.
Perhaps because of the nourishment from a man, or possibly because she was at the prime age for a woman, Tan Huimin exuded the voluptuous beauty of a mature woman. That ripe allure added an extra charm to her already beautiful profile.
And whether it was her own idea, or under the direction of Zheng Tao or Larilo, despite the fact that there had been some conflict and intimacy between her and Qiu Tu the day before,
today she still wore a tight-fitting professional outfit: a white, semi-transparent blouse, a black pencil skirt that hugged her buttocks, stockings, and high heels.