It looks a bit plain.
"Are there any surplus funds in the internet cafe's account? Let's renovate this place."
Sun Dasheng sat in the boss's chair, issuing commands.
Standing behind him and massaging his shoulders, Wu Xiaoli objected, "The internet cafe isn't doing well. Our monthly income doesn't even cover expenses, so where would we find the spare money for renovations? I think this place is fine as it is. There's no need for extravagant spending."
Sun Dasheng pulled the beautiful woman from behind him into his embrace.
"What are you doing? This is the office! Someone could walk in at any moment."
Sitting in his lap, Wu Xiaoli gently tapped him with her fist. She didn't use much force; to him, it felt more like a tickle.
He caught her hand, gently caressing it in his large palm. A blush crept up her ears.
This man just loves to tease her in the strangest places.
