Throughout the entire banquet, Shen Ziqing kept her neck stretched high like a proud peacock, and the smile on her lips never faded.
At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to be the center of attention and what it meant to possess supreme power.
Even after the banquet ended and they got into the car, she was still a little overwhelmed.
She first surveyed the luxurious interior of the car carefully, and her eyes were filled with satisfaction.
Then, her gaze fell on Gong Mingye, who was resting with his eyes closed.
The collar of the man's white blouse was slightly open.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his bronze skin. His nose bridge was high and straight, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, looking like a meticulously carved statue.
His entire body exuded a strong scent of hormones, like a walking aphrodisiac, sexy and charming.