Wang Dahai pressed his thumb against the arch of her foot, and instantly, a tingling, numbing sensation spread, both comfortable and somewhat unpleasant.
"Don't touch me."
"The HR department should have He Wen's home address, right? Can you get HR to pull it up tomorrow?"
"What do you want with He Wen?"
"He Wen is Hu Quan's secretary. Even if he doesn't know everything about Hu Quan's affairs, he definitely knows something."
"Starting from him will certainly be more effective than going directly to Hu Quan."
"Ah!"
Wu Qiangwei suddenly let out a light yelp, "You pressed too hard; it hurts."
"Hurts?"
Wang Dahai stopped, his thumb pressing against a certain spot on the arch of her foot, gently applying pressure, "Here?"
"Mm, it hurts."
"If this acupoint hurts, it indicates that your sexual life is discordant."
Wu Qiangwei suddenly fell silent.
Wang Dahai also realized that his comment was somewhat problematic.
