Zhou Wang and Qi Jiayi spent a pleasant half-hour in the office.
Of course, it was the pure version.
While sitting on the sofa chatting, Qi Jiayi's calf, wrapped in black silk, would occasionally brush against Zhou Wang's knee. It wasn't like he could feel anything clearly through his pants, but the charm of a mature woman seemed to be conveyed just so, stirring the soul.
This soft and subtle flirting was the extent of it.
After all, Jiang Qingkui was right beside them, watching. Zhou Wang couldn't possibly make any overt moves...
Although he always felt that the way this Lawyer Qi looked at him was different.
Nowadays, Zhou Wang could keep a clear head in front of beauty, so he carefully thought it over and came up with a few possible reasons.
