“Is Mr. Jiang buying the mansion for investment purposes or for personal use?”
“For myself. Is there a difference?”
Perhaps intentional, after Xiao Mengying seated Jiang Chen, she directly sat beside him. The leather sofa here was for two people, so Xia Shiyu had to sit on the single sofa.
Because they were too close, Jiang Chen could smell the Gardenia fragrance. Due to the angle they were seated in, if he wanted to look at the documents in Xiao Mingying’s hands, his eyes inevitably caught the red bra inside her V-neck.
[I do apologize, this is by no means intentional.]
The arousing scene made Jiang Chen straighten his back and adjust the way he sat to avoid being too obvious.
