Feeling exposed, the doll-like girl felt a bit guilty, but her face feigned innocent confusion, "I, I didn't..."
Nan Ze glanced at the roundness in front of her chest, his voice indifferent and mocking, "If you didn't, then don't dress like a prostitute discarded after World War II and wander in front of me."
His words were ruthlessly harsh.
Doll-like Jiang Xiao's face turned alternately pale and flushed, her fingers twisted together, her eyes teary, looking so pitiful that even Xu Moyi felt sorry for her.
Nan Ze didn't spare her another glance, his western features cold and detached, and before opening the car door, he told Xu Moyi, "You go try first, call me if you can't handle it."
She had a company to manage, not a playground for fun, she had to learn.
"Okay, I got it, Third Brother. You go and take care of your business."
