Shen Jiangli looked at Han Manyin's slim waist and subconsciously reached out to caress it, gently wrapping his arms around her, "It's not about work."
After saying that, he leaned close to her ear, dropped a kiss on her neck, and exhaled an ambiguous breath, "You look very beautiful tonight."
Han Manyin was tickled by his actions.
She deliberately slumped in his arms, her hands weakly pressing against his chest, and said, "If it's not about work, then who could be calling at this late hour that President Shen would make a call himself?"
She feigned innocence, appearing harmless while softly questioning him. She had thought it wouldn't reveal anything, but she still felt Shen Jiangli's breath turn cold; he glanced at the sofa and created distance between himself and Han Manyin.
"Han Manyin, I remember I've told you many times not to pry into my private life. Or is it that you have some other thoughts?"