"No problem, come and wipe my high heels for me!"
As she spoke, Catherine spat on her high heels. Her sparkling saliva landed on the heels.
She sat down on the sofa, waiting for Li Zhiyan to serve her.
Li Zhiyan wasn't surprised. This woman was constantly thinking of ways to take revenge on him, which was more than normal by now.
Picking up a tissue, he carefully wiped Catherine's high heels. With one hand holding Catherine's silky black-stockinged leg, Li Zhiyan silently endured Catherine's workplace bullying.
Li Zhiyan's utterly submissive demeanor brought Catherine some inner satisfaction. This brat, in the company, was like a dog she had raised herself, doing whatever she commanded him to do.
Even cleaning toilets was something he gladly undertook. Yet Catherine's mind flashed back to the scene from yesterday afternoon.
The moment in the alley where Li Zhiyan kissed her—that sense of humiliation still lingered vividly in her memory.
