Fu Youhan sat in his wheelchair, coldly watching Jiang Moxi clutching at the leg of his trousers.
Actually, he really didn't want to get involved in Jiang Moxi's affairs anymore.
But she was soaked in sweat, her makeup smeared, and her naturally fair and delicate skin could be seen.
The wet uniform blouse was slightly transparent, revealing her slender and graceful curves.
If he let her be, there would undoubtedly be serious trouble tonight.
So in the end, he still lifted Jiang Moxi onto his lap: "Sit tight."
Then, he took Jiang Moxi on the elevator, going straight down to the underground parking lot.
Chi Jing happened to drive the car over to the elevator entrance, ready to go up to meet Fu Youhan.
But when the elevator doors opened, what he saw was Fu Youhan with a woman, whose clothes were disheveled, sitting on his lap.
"What's going on?"
Chi Jing was surprised and thought to himself: Impressive, my wheelchair boss!