As a professional hand controller, she couldn't refuse at all and even couldn't help but squeeze back slightly.
Secretary Jin frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
The two sat back down on the sofa.
Jing, while feeling Chairman Jin's hand, spoke shyly about her "little stories" with Tang Song.
At the same time, she couldn't help but guiltily lower her head to her chest.
There, a miniature recording device was tucked away, constantly emitting heat, making her heart tremble.
(.ㅅ.）
This was the "task" given to her by Lord Tang Song, saying it was to preserve evidence for future "replay and learning."
But she always felt this was more like an expression of Lord Tang Song's perverted taste.
On the surface, she had become Chairman Jin's "puppy," but secretly she still loyally followed Lord Tang Song's instructions.
Just like—the legendary "master's task."
She wondered if, once this task was successfully completed, Lord Tang Song would escalate.
