"Miss Su, actually, as your good friend and colleague, I am quite willing to help you. However, being a man and a somewhat notable figure in Shiyan Group, asking me to buy sanitary napkins for you undermines my glorious image." Wang Dadong crossed his legs and leisurely lit a cigarette.
Since he wasn't the one needing the sanitary napkins, he was obviously not in a hurry.
"You!" Su Ying was so angry she nearly jumped up, ready to use her high heels to viciously stomp on this jerk's face.
She deeply regretted not wearing her 18 cm Titanium Alloy high heels today!
Wang Dadong immediately pointed at the space under Su Ying, prompting her to sit back down, not daring to move an inch.
"Wang Dadong, what exactly do you want?" Su Ying struggled to suppress her anger.
"It's simple; just beg me." Wang Dadong had a sly grin on his face.
At that moment, Su Ying truly felt the impulse to go down with Wang Dadong, gritting her teeth as she said, "Wang Dadong, are you going or not?"
