"president Huang."

Qu Jinxin hasn't opened her mouth yet. A light and crisp female voice rings. A woman in a light blue slim dress, long curly hair and hands holding chest looks at the two entangled people.

"if Mr. Huang needs women, there are many things here. I'll call all the girls and let Mr. Huang pick them. Why bother an artist? The melon is not sweet

Qu Jinxin hooks his lips and stops with some interest.

she was standing at a corner. They didn't see her, but she just saw them all.

it's a coincidence that she can meet acquaintances everywhere. However, she knows them, and they should not...