"Do you think a few roses and a cheap ring can buy me off? I won't stoop that low!"...
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The next day.
Di Jue Financial Group's executive meeting room.
For the first time, the male and female leaders felt that their President looked somewhat fatigued, as if he didn't sleep well last night.
Mo Chuxi truly had little interest in conducting the usual meeting. He sat lazily reclining in his chair, holding his phone, texting Yan Xinxin.
Indeed, he had spent a long time last night coaxing and deceiving her, yet he still didn't manage to achieve his desires. Not even the privilege of her delicate hands lending him a little assistance.
This left him taking cold showers late into the night, struggling terribly to extinguish the fire.
The meeting concluded after about ten minutes.
Mo Chuxi, with his long strides, casually returned to his office, with Ah Ding following closely behind.
"Mr. Mo, have you checked today's trending headlines?"
He asked, his tone full of curiosity.
