Tang Song lifted his head, leaned back in the boss chair, and looked at the junior, his gaze instinctively sweeping over her large posterior and thick legs, finally landing on her "comic chest."
He couldn't help but grin.
Yao Lingling stuck out her tongue and said softly, "Life's tough, just trying to save face, you know."
After speaking, she winked at him playfully, with a little anticipation and an inexplicable hint of flirtation in her eyes.
Tang Song chuckled lightly, shaking his head, "Actually, you look quite pretty without it too."
Yao Lingling blushed, looked down, bit her lip, and said shyly, "Getting a compliment from President Tang means I'll have sweet dreams for days."
"What kind of sweet dreams? Could it be..." Tang Song deliberately stretched out his tone, his eyes mischievous.
"Oh dear! Senior... how do you know, President Tang? Sorry! Hahaha~~"
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After chatting with Yao Lingling for a bit, Tang Song felt his slightly exhausted spirits relax immediately.
