"That's my ideal type!!!" Eric's face lit up.
"..." Saiwen's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, full of speechlessness. He lowered his voice and warned, "You're daring enough to get distracted by a man next to King Yama!"
"Tsk, admiring beauties is every man's instinct!" Eric's gaze was glued to that exquisite figure with fair skin, beautiful looks, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a slim waist. He rubbed his chin, muttering, "Actually, my ultimate ideal type is Xiao Mufan. Otherwise, why do you think I turned down so many high-paying offers from other bosses and chose to work for Tang Jue? I wanted to get close to him. Who knew that before I could make a move, the beauty was sent off to support in South Africa. Ah, what a pity, what a pity..."
Saiwen covered his mouth with a hand, "Are you tired of living? You even dare to set your sights on the boss's nephew!"
