The boss saw she was really upset, hurriedly reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her smooth back, "Luo Yi, Leng Youchen is not someone you and I can afford to offend. Be obedient, stay with me, and I won't treat you badly."
Luo Yi turned around to look at the man in front of her. He had just turned forty, maintained a good figure, and had decent features. He was a very charming British man.
If it weren't to vent her anger, she wouldn't have climbed into his bed.
But now he wanted her to endure?
"What's the big deal about Leng Youchen? Isn't he just a chief designer? Why are you so scared?" Luo Yi sneered.
The boss found it hard to explain, "Just listen to me, that's the right thing to do."
He bent down to pick up his trousers, took out a card from his wallet, and handed it to her, "Buy whatever you like, my darling should be happy, no more frowning."
