ten minutes later.

President's Office.

Sitting in Li Tianjue's office chair every day, there is a brand new lunch box on the table, including her favorite chicken legs and braised prawns.

The dirt on her body had been cleaned, but she refused to take off the skirt.

Li Tianjue sat across from him with his legs crossed, looking her up and down, with a hint of interest in his eyes:

"Who bought you the dress?"

Tiantian holds the chicken drumstick in his ...