"Come on, let's play rough."
Lu Fengxuan emphasized each word, making it clear that if talking nicely didn't work, she would ignore his will, forcibly rip off his mask, and stop at nothing to achieve her goal.
But she forgot that at this moment, she was nestled in the man's arms, her two small hands pressed against his shoulders, their proximity incredibly close.
Hearing her words, so layered in ambiguity and suggestiveness, Yu Chiyin's thoughts took a sharp and unexpected turn.
Before Lu Fengxuan could notice something was off, he forcefully pushed her away and shoved a stack of documents toward her.
"These are contracts I've personally organized that require your signature. I've checked them, and there are no errors. You can sign them. The pen is here."
He picked up another batch of documents that required further handling, pretending to stand. "I'll process these and have them delivered back to you before lunch break. You can rest assured, President Lu."
