Qin Muran knocked on the door and heard Xi Yaohua's voice, "Enter."
Qin Muran went in and saw Xi Yaohua focused hard at work behind his desk, dressed smartly and appropriately. No slips or differences could be seen on Xi Yaohua.
One could never have thought that just half an hour ago, there was another woman sitting on his lap, who was about to do indescribable things with him. At that time, Xi Yaohua's clothes had also been messed up, his shirt had been unbuttoned to the stomach. But right now, he looked like a total gentleman again.
At this time, Xi Yaohua raised his head and saw Qin Muran. He said, "You're here. Give me a moment, I'm about done."
As if he was really busy, he bent his head once more to deal with lord-knows-what business.
Qin Muran put on an understanding, good-girl front and sat on the sofa at the side.
Xi Yaohua's eyes flashed. The place where Qin Muran was sitting…
