In Hua Zifeng's office, seeing Ji Qin there did not surprise Tian Sangsang at all, but rather shocked her inwardly. Hua Zifeng has become so indiscriminate, isn't this like young grass eating old cows? Although Ji Qin isn't old and is quite voluptuous, she's seven or eight years older than him, they're not in the same age bracket.
Sister and brother? Married woman?
There's a hint of lust in the office air, but thankfully the window was wide open, letting the wind in to dilute it somewhat.
Ji Qin deliberately adjusted her clothes to reveal the red marks on her neck, cast a provocative and sarcastic glance at Tian Sangsang.
A pot calling the kettle black, mutual six of one half a dozen of the other.
Who doesn't know how to sweet-talk men in bed?
Why bother pretending to be noble?
Tian Sangsang noticed Ji Qin's expression but had no intention of finding out what she was thinking, anyway, whatever she was thinking it was contrary to the facts.
