The material of the black Hermes tailored professional skirt was very smooth, and since it was summer attire, the thinness was just right; in short... it felt great.
Jiang Qingkui, who was tidying up the tea table, shivered for a moment and paused in her actions.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Then Jiang Qingkui suddenly turned around, staring at Zhou Wang with an ambiguous look in her eyes.
"This is punishment, who told you to look around, where's the discretion of a secretary?"
Zhou Wang's expression remained quite calm.
Jiang Qingkui opened her red lips, but in the end, she didn't say anything, just lowered her eyelids, "I understand... Mr. Zhou."
It wasn't until Jiang Qingkui left with the teacup that Zhou Wang breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in the boss's chair.
Sister Qingkui's aura was still a bit too intense; a heated moment left Zhou Wang feeling slightly guilty...
