Yu Lifang had already become emotionally involved, her body robust with desire.
Song Guanchao flicked his cigarette away and turned to walk towards the car, "Put your clothes back on."
Yu Lifang stood there dumbfounded, watching him open the car door and get inside, a surge of anger welling up within her.
That asshole!
He's doing this to humiliate me on purpose!
In the wake of her anger, she couldn't help but doubt herself.
Does he have no interest in my body at all?
Although she wasn't young, she took great care of herself; her body was still delicate, her figure still voluptuous, and her face was still that of a beauty.
If it weren't for such superior physical attributes, how could she possibly secure the position of office director?
While Yu Lifang was getting dressed, Song Guanchao put away his phone and casually pulled out the memory card from the dashcam.
When she got in the car, Song Guanchao said, "Back to the company."
