At the top level of Smiling Holding Headquarters, 210 meters high, was a sky garden.
Various clusters of plants of different heights and large trees perfectly complemented the glass segments of the building.
Opposite them were the busy assistants and employees.
Behind them were high-rise buildings, blue sky, and white clouds.
Secretary Jin leaned against the glass curtain wall, her shoulders held firmly by Tang Song, leaving her no space to evade.
Her coral-orange lips slightly parted, fresh and enticing, natural and pure.
Tang Song watched her eyes gently close, as he lifted and lowered his lips, kissing, entangling, completely intoxicated.
It was as if he was savoring a glass of ice-cold cola on a summer day.
After a while.
The glass curtain wall behind Secretary Jin suddenly shattered.
Secretary Jin clutched his shirt at his chest and stumbled backward.
Their bodies slowly "collided" toward the office area.
