The contract from First Hospital was urgently delivered.
The entire company went into battle mode from top to bottom.
Inventory management, stock preparation, factory coordination, pricing settlements, and so on.
All departments had to work overtime through the night.
Only Lin Fan, the assistant, had nothing to do.
Watching the busy figures, he could only sit and ride the elevator down.
"Why is the whole building smoke-free? Office workers really have it tough."
Lin Fan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
Suddenly being tied down by work completely contradicted his personality.
But for Ning Mengyao, he had to endure it for the time being.
As he stood idly outside the building during the noisy rush hour,
a motorcycle suddenly sped towards him.
"Wow, that chick is hot!"
The helmeted beauty couldn't be seen clearly.
But the fitted riding suit accentuated her curvy figure.
Especially those legs, pressed against the bike, curled up in a ball - definitely a dashing pose.
