Early the next morning, the expert Xiao Feng that Shi Jiaxin mentioned had just entered the office when he saw a familiar figure sitting at his desk.
"Mr. Xiao, have you made up your mind?" Du Linlang, sitting in the office chair, looked at Xiao Feng with a smile.
Du Linlang was wearing a crop top T-shirt, an ultra-short skirt below, paired with canvas shoes, looking indescribably alluring.
Xiao Feng paused for a while and then asked, "Aren't you cold dressed like that in autumn?"
"Is Mr. Xiao concerned about me?" Du Linlang stood up from the chair, flicking her hair over her shoulder: "As long as you like it, I can take it all off."
"Actually, I'm very curious. In this competition between you and Du Qingyue, I fear that the winner might already have been predetermined before it even started." Xiao Feng pondered, "You're already the certain winner. Is there still a need to hold on to me?"
