"Glad to hear that things are going smoothly. You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette, do you?"
With other women, he'd been trying hard not to smoke in front of them, but Zeng Ling was different. After all, she had witnessed his wild days back then, so one cigarette really wasn't a big deal; it was just a recreation of the past scene!
"Of course, I don't mind!"
Even if Zeng Ling minded, she wouldn't dare say so. She had always been afraid of Su Sheng, and that hadn't changed to this day.
So, although Su Sheng had visited the company several times before, she never had the courage to approach him. Not just for a cigarette—if he told her to lie down, she wouldn't dare stand up.
"Snap!"
Without any hesitation, Su Sheng lit up his cigarette, sat down on the solo sofa, and began to ponder life—not really.
"By the way, Zeng Ling, when do you plan on paying out my annual salary?"
"Mr. Su, you're not lacking this bit of money, are you?"