Xiao Jinghuai tightly grips the phone, his expression serious, "What happens if you don't touch women!"
"...I'm not someone like you or the sly ghost. It's not your first day knowing me; I'll die without a woman. Besides, when a beauty delivers herself to my door, why wouldn't I touch her?"
Song Song enters the door just as someone holds a phone with an angry look. She thinks, oh no—
Is he still upset about the "Bao Huan" matter?
Just as she prepares to leave, the sharp-eyed man notices her and beckons with a cold face.
She can only approach reluctantly.
Song Song twists her hands standing not far from the desk, until he finishes the call and says cheerfully, "You're in a bad mood!"
"My own wife won't let me touch her, do you think I can feel good?" Xiao Jinghuai responds directly.
Song Song already felt guilty towards him, and now she's even more remorseful, muttering, "President Xiao has heavy tastes, not minding a man face at all—"
