Super, super mini skirt... His words were still polite. Shi Nian thought of that term from back home, "the short skirt that barely covers." She choked on her own spit and coughed twice.
"Mr. Tang, I solemnly declare: I wore that skirt only for convenience to conduct interviews at Yanwu Square. It was for work purposes, absolutely not to drive you out of control!"
This serious look on her face... truly adorable.
He then intentionally teased her, "Oh, if we don't count that skirt, later you danced in front of me without a bra, jumping around..."
Shi Nian instantly felt indignant, "Sir!"
Tang Yanqing quickly suppressed his laughter, "Alright, alright, I'm just talking nonsense. I apologize."
Shi Nian glared at him through clenched teeth, "Mini skirt???"
He sighed, turned slightly, his gaze intoxicated, "You drive a Mini. How could you not know it's the inspiration for fashion designers to create mini skirts? When I mentioned your mini skirt, I was talking about your car."
