In the taxi, Ye Shu felt her ears burn even hotter.
Despite the distance, she inexplicably felt Sheng Shaochen's mocking breath poking directly at her ear.
She never considered herself thin-skinned. But at this moment, Sheng Shaochen imposed an invisible pressure on her, causing her to feel overwhelmingly embarrassed.
"Mr. Sheng, I remember you saying that our relationship is a transaction! Since it's a transaction, it's inevitable that there will be small issues along the way that require timely and effective coordination. That's how a win-win situation is achieved, right?"
Ye Shu pressed one hand on her handbag, her fingertips fiddling with the zipper of the bag, her mind racing.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Sheng Shaochen slightly stunned. His fingertips, holding the cigarette, paused, exhaling a puff of smoke. His smoky voice sounded pleasantly, "Mrs. Sheng, I find myself increasingly fond of your little mouth. Tell me, how do you want to 'coordinate' with me?"
