Zhang Ziyan's curiosity was eventually piqued by He Zhenhuai. Her smile suddenly turned sexy and enchanting. She stepped forward, lightly rose onto her toes, and sat on the large executive desk, her slim waist and voluptuous hips on full display, her gaze flirty and suggestive.
"Who is it? Someone that powerful? President He, you must tell me quickly, before they have a chance to bully me again."
As she spoke, she leaned toward He Zhenhuai, the neckline of her form-fitting dress slipping down to reveal the pale, ample curve of her chest.
She acted coquettishly, and He Zhenhuai immediately swallowed hard. His eyes lingered on her exposed neckline for several moments before he took a puff of his cigar, his voice growing considerably huskier.
"You're leaving me now, so heartless. Someone should really teach you a lesson."
"Don't, President He," Zhang Ziyan knew exactly what he was thinking. All men in the world are the same.
