"Boss Zhao, what are you busy with?"
A leisurely yet sensual voice rang out, mixed with a trace of allure that could unsettle a man's heart.
"Ah, nine, cough-cough, I've got nothing much going on. So, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
Zhao Tienan opened his mouth, but suddenly forgot the other person's name, directly addressing her as Technician Nine seemed too presumptuous. Hence, he awkwardly coughed twice, and spoke slowly.
"Well, the task you entrusted to me is already completed!"
Technician Nine tossed her fragrant long hair, leaned languidly on the table, her proud, full bosom deformed under pressure, almost spilling out of her wide neckline.
"Oh? That fast!"
"I didn't expect you to be so efficient. It seems I didn't choose the wrong person back then."
Zhao Tienan picked up the phone that Technician Nine handed him and found over twenty photos in the album, all evidence of Xing Zhaolin's past crimes.
