Vice President Liu lounged lazily in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, lifting his eyelids to size up Ji Wei.
What a figure this chick has.
I wonder how it feels to touch her.
Fueled by liquid courage, Vice President Liu didn't even consider that someone like Ji Wei was far out of his league.
"Vice President Liu, your signature will only take a few seconds, and then you can continue enjoying your lunch," Ji Wei said, trying to maintain patience.
"Continue my lunch? You scared off my two pretty companions. What's the point of eating alone now?" Vice President Liu scoffed, his refusal blatant. His eyes kept darting to Ji Wei's heaving chest. "Unless Miss Ji drinks with me," he added.
As he spoke, he raised a glass of baijiu, filled to the brim, and shoved it toward Ji Wei.
Ji Wei caught the lecherous glint in his eyes and felt a surge of nausea.
How could someone like this rise to a senior position in the Gu Family's company?
