Tang Ningya, dressed in a champagne-colored dress and diamond high heels, with sunglasses and hair like seaweed, was 36 years old but appeared as young as a girl in her twenties.
The receptionist at the door had recognized her and directly took her to the top floor.
Upon opening the door and bypassing the entryway, Tang Ningya saw a man sitting on the sofa. His legs were propped up on the coffee table; his skin was honey-toned, with stubble on his chin, and he had a tall and robust physique.
"Seeing you is really hard," He Shoucheng stood up, slowly approached her, and audaciously took her hand.
Tang Ningya removed her sunglasses, set down her bag, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her entire body against him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Mr. He, you're so busy, and with her watching at home, I wouldn't dare to disturb, afraid I'd cause you trouble."
