"Go, go, go, I have no such inclinations to try anything with you," Ouyang Hao shoved Mu Chen away, put his arm around his female companion, and got into the sports car. "You continue with your fun, I'm out of here."
Mu Chen smiled knowingly, and couldn't resist a tease, "Oh, you're in such a rush, how long has it been since you last tasted meat?"
"I'm leaving!"
These women, either they're after his money or his looks, how much genuine affection could there be?
Women, they're all the same, cheap!
...
As Ouyang Hao was enjoying his time with someone, the assistant finished reporting the resolved matters to Leng Yixiu, naturally explaining the reason why the trouble had been easily settled.
The man leaned leisurely in his boss chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping the desk. After a long time, his thin lips parted slightly, "Ouyang Hao?"
