"Yo, looking good, Jiang Chen."
Mao Tu sat on the sofa, swinging her legs, her round eyes staring unblinkingly at the person working out.
Feeling ashamed and then striving forward.
Boss Jiang held the barbell, wearing a tight vest, and as he lifted the barbell, his biceps bulged modestly, yet were quite impressive.
All success is not accidental; luck is not the only factor.
To stand out in a vast sea of people, one must possess certain qualities.
Take Comrade Jiang Chen, for example.
Rises early, diligent, ambitious, self-disciplined.
He only went to sleep late last night, yet didn't laze in bed, even working hard at fitness.
While the Taoist nun sister in the master bedroom still had her room door firmly closed.
Ever since he lied that day about going to see Cao Jinse but instead went to a bathhouse to have fun, the master bedroom's bed owned by Boss Jiang has been occupied.
"Hah."
