"Disgusting!" Xiao Qingya said playfully, slapping away the man's hand, "Tonight, the usual place, I'll be waiting for you!"
"You're always the most sensible!" The man bent down, intending to kiss her.
But Xiao Qingya dodged and said, "Alright, we're at the company. Aren't you afraid someone will find out?"
The man realized she was right and released her, saying, "Fine, I'll love you properly tonight."
After leaving the office, Xiao Qingya's expression instantly changed.
The obedient and gentle demeanor from moments ago vanished, replaced by a look of disgust.
She wiped her hand violently with a tissue, where he had touched her, and then threw it into the nearby trash bin.
The man's age was almost old enough to be her father.
She really didn't want to deal with old men.
But in this circle, if you want to stand out and climb higher, you either have someone above you or you have someone above you.
At night, in a certain hotel room, the curtains were tightly drawn.
