"Bullshit gynecological miracle worker!"
Du Wenxi couldn't care less about the notice; he barged straight into the break room.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Lu Ping sitting there, a picture of laziness.
One of his salty pig hands was roaming back and forth on the lower abdomen of a female staff member who was quite attractive and shapely.
And to see the female employee, she was intoxicated, a look of being on the verge of something on her face.
His grandma's legs, how is this treating an illness?
Just thinking about those female staff members lining up outside, waiting for Lu Ping to do just that, Du Wenxi was envious.
A bloody security guard, how does he get such good luck with women?
"Lu Ping, come with me to the conference room."
Du Wenxi commanded, without a chance for response.
"Are your eyes just for breathing, can't you see I'm busy? I won't go!"
Lu Ping didn't even lift his eyelids.