"Okay, should we invite Zijun?"
Zheng Mei didn't even know what to say anymore. Your job is to eat at home, sleep in the car at the company without getting out, and then go out to eat again. Your enormous salary is really too easy to earn.
"Uh, what's going on with my chest?"
Su Sheng rubbed his damp shirt with his fingers and then smelled them, "Is this lipstick, left by her? No way, did she actually spit on me while I was asleep? That's so childish."
"Ah!"
Zheng Mei had thought it would definitely be discovered, but the Instructor's thought process was so out of the ordinary—thinking about spitting, that's a bit much.
"Zijun fell asleep too; it must have been her drooling by accident."
"Oh!"
Su Sheng chuckled lightly; he had guessed as much. Otherwise, why would there be a lipstick mark? With Iceberg's demeanor, there's no way she would act so impulsively as to kiss his chest. If that were the case, things would actually be simpler.