Shi Yang turned sideways, pulling Zhao Meimei closer to the bed, tugged the quilt over her, covering her carefully, then reached out his large hand to tightly embrace Zhao Meimei in his arms, lowered his head, buried his face in her neck nook, rubbed against her, and silently enjoyed this rare moment of warmth.
Shi Yang was truly exhausted recently. Qu Chaozong was installing Naughty Castle, which required physical effort, while Shi Yang was dealing with a bunch of old foxes at the wine table, consuming his mental energy.
Shi Yang, through Qian Yonggui's connections, met the mall president, who was scheduled for a meal gathering. He heard others calling him President Zhang, so he joined in calling him that.
President Zhang appeared to be in his early forties, tall and slender, dressed in a meticulously tailored high-end suit. He sat at the wine table, displaying exceptional style with every gesture.
