After chasing six or seven laps, Ding Keke was panting, with a slight sweat on her forehead. Her originally fair face was now a little flushed.
But Xu Xiangbei was completely unfazed. With his physical fitness, he could run several kilometers without even breaking a sweat.
Ding Keke could only sit on the sofa, staring straight at Xu Xiangbei in the corner of the room, gritting her teeth as if she wished she could tear him apart.
"If it weren't for that damn plan you talked about, asking me to seduce Director Wang, I wouldn't have made such a huge sacrifice, humph!"
"Fine, fine, I can delete that sentence, but only that sentence. It requires special software, regular phones don't have this function." Xu Xiangbei had no choice but to surrender, hurriedly comforting her, fearing that Ding Keke might really delete the entire recording.
"Is that really the case?" Ding Keke still seemed a bit skeptical.
