Han Lu stamps her foot, glares at Li Yong and walks into the company. She drank wine yesterday and still feels dizzy now. She doesn’t have the strength to argue with Li Yong, or she would have already roared like a female tiger.

“Brother Yong, I hope you can pick up hot chicks happily.” Han Fei says smilingly.

“Fei, you’re the one who knows me.” Li Yong says gratefully.

“Of course! Because I know you won’t do it.” Han Fei says happily ...