"What, don't want to leave your old lady, huh?"
My partner paused her waist, the enormous hill of her hips trembled: "If you can't bear it, bring that business home for me. I don't want a divorce either; it'll just make the kids sad."
"I'll do my best."
Wang Weiyin was feeling helpless; he wanted to hang up the phone, but now that his boss had stirred things up, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue the conversation.
"That's more like it."
His partner nodded with satisfaction, scooting over to sit beside Wang Weiyin, making the bed tremble twice.
"President An, I'm sorry about before; something came up!"
Without his partner interfering, Wang Weiyin regained his composure and spoke to the person on the other end of the call.
"No problem. But about the negotiations, I don't think we can explain it over the phone. How about we meet somewhere?"
"Sure."
Wang Weiyin nodded under the murderous gaze of his partner.
