She shifted her body, lifted the dumbbell beside her, and chuckled softly, shaking her head:
"Boss Fang must also like young, pretty girls, right?"
"Manager Xia, you're joking." Fang Zheng replied:
"Anyone with understanding knows that at your age, you're at your prime, much better than those little girls in school who haven't even matured yet."
Indeed, much better.
Today, Xia Hong was wearing high-elasticity tights, which emphasized her high waist, long legs, and full, pert rear, her hot figure sparking one's imagination.
Especially when she was working out.
Perhaps intentionally, she always lifted her hips extremely high, slightly parted her long legs, and pressed her slender waist down as if trying hard.
This posture...
If it were the Fang Zheng from a few years ago, he might have had a nosebleed on the spot.
"Boss Fang."
Xia Hong breathed softly:
"Could you help support my waist?"
