A woman was sitting in a leather chair, slowly spinning, holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hands.
Several buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a generous cleavage, and her skirt was hiked up to her thighs, recklessly provocative.
She extended her tongue to lick the rim of the cup, making soft, murmuring noises.
An Yan felt extremely disgusted. She had never seen this woman before, but her attire suggested she was from the secretarial department.
It hadn't been long since she had handed over her position to Fu Shiyan when someone took advantage of the transition to insert such trash.
She could no longer tolerate it. Her hand was on the doorknob, about to press down, when she saw the woman answering a phone call, then placed the cup on the desk, quickly buttoned up her blouse, stood up, pulled down her skirt, quickly wiped the cup's rim, picked up a stack of documents, and stood by the desk.
Soon, Fu Shiyan strode in.