Having received that money, Lin Da's purse was much fuller.
He came to the hall with a clear mind and met up with his team members.
"Team leader, what were you doing in the private room?"
Monica approached, pursing her lips and wearing a sulky, bun-like face.
"We were just discussing the selling price of the equipment," Lin Da said with a chuckle, bending over to pet Monica's head.
But this time, Monica didn't feel happy about it, hanging her head like a little jar of vinegar and muttering, "Team leader is a big pervert...!"
Lin Da's head popped up a question mark, confused as he glanced towards Kafni, who was lounging on the couch, freeloaders the shop's fruit plate.
Could it be that this guy had led Monica astray?
...
It was already three in the afternoon when they left Chilang Commerce.
