Guo Aixian was tidying up the financial statements handed over by the finance department before leaving work and sighed, "There are a lot of handsome guys in the entertainment industry. Although our President Fu is not bad, Little Jiaojiao is at the age of loving to play, so it's not easy for President Fu to win her heart."
"I have no objection to President Fu earning money to please Little Jiaojiao, but I don't have a Jiaojiao to please, so why drag me into working overtime?" Liu Tiantian slumped over the table like a deflated balloon, "After a woman passes 25, the collagen in her face starts to disappear. How many skincare products do you need to make up for the loss from one late night?"
Feng Li immediately chimed in, "Then don't bother anymore. Even if you do, your face will still look the same. Save some money; don't waste your efforts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft yet hard object smacked him right in the face.
