Mu Xi Yao was greatly impressed. Boss, you really don’t lose out. You may admit defeat with your words, yet you firmly hold onto the benefits that should be yours. This man…was indeed cunning.

She felt a chill against her bosom. Although she clung tightly to Zong Zheng Lin’s chest, trying to shield herself in a manner that fooled no one, this intimate position only added to her discomfort. The sound of their intertwined breaths made Mu Xi Yao’s body feel somewhat weak.