Yang Fan could actually understand Zheng Yuyu's situation well, but he was also a businessman.
A businessman couldn't smash his own rice bowl.
Even if he wanted to help Zheng Yuyu, he would choose another way instead of recklessly cutting prices.
Now, giving in once would make others' businesses untenable, let alone future deals.
When Zheng Yuyu saw Yang Fan nod, a light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Clutching her heavy, soft, and full breasts, she said to Yang Fan with thick shyness yet boldly, "Boss, should we do it here or go to my room? It's not comfortable to lie down here, but everything else is fine."
"Let's do it here. Ma Baoyu knows I came to see you. If it takes too long, it might not be good," Yang Fan said.
Zheng Yuyu quickly replied, "Okay, let's do it here then. After all, as long as it fits in and feels good, I'll make sure you feel cozy, boss. Even if we don't lie down on the bed, it'll be the same."
