Tang Seng?
For Christ's sake, you've got that analogy backward!
Upon hearing Murong Fei's words, Qin Tian was momentarily speechless, thinking to himself that beautiful devils are supposed to eat Tang Seng's flesh, but I'm different, I feast on beautiful women, can you really compare me to Tang Seng?
This time, facing Murong Fei's resentful gaze, Qin Tian nodded earnestly, "Okay, President Fei, I won't talk anymore, I promise, if I say another word, you... you can spank me."
Bang!
Murong Fei threw another pillow at Qin Tian, luckily he was quick to react.
The two sat back down on the sofa, and Murong Fei had Qin Tian pick up all the pillows. Although he was reluctant, a good man does not fight with women, so he did as she asked.
"You don't have to come to work tomorrow."
Having taken their seats again, Murong Fei returned to the previous topic. "Pack up, tomorrow at noon we're going on a business trip to Beijing together."