"There's no need, did Secretary Chen forget that two months ago I was still living here every day, I can still find the parking lot..."
Upon hearing Zhou Wang's joking refusal, Ni Hong, who had harbored a bit of expectation, felt her eyes dim completely.
This was still the first time she was so proactive with the opposite sex, almost to the point of stripping herself to lie on the other person's bed.
In school, she was the ice goddess adored by countless teachers and students, yet it seemed she did not hold much attraction for Zhou Wang...
Watching Zhou Wang and Jiang Qingkui leave one after another, Ni Hong felt a deep melancholy within, sighing gently.
...
"Qingkui, how is the charity foundation coming along?"
The melodious piano music filled the cabin of the Mercedes G63, as Zhou Wang leaned slightly against the backseat with his eyes closed to relax, suddenly speaking.
