Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned and remained silent.
Nozawa Yiren, not daring to disturb him, tiptoed over with small steps, carrying the tea-making set with extreme care, and then quietly knelt on the carpet beside the tea table to start making tea.
Because she was overly endowed, when she straightened her back and leaned close to the tea table, her abundant figure was pressed against the table surface, appearing even more round and full—just looking at her filled one with a sense of happiness.
Bigger is better, who would agree, who would disagree?
"This person, can you find out if he has borrowed money from other financial firms?" Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up Sato Rich's file and handed it to Nozawa Yiren.
