little smug and a little uneasy. When she returned to her desk, she hurriedly put on her coat, covering her alluring figure.After their performance, the raffle drawing began.Lin Zhizhe had no interes...Zhao Tingxing's bad taste only extends to his close lover. It's a very private matter, and he'd be very resistant to getting someone to open the lock. He also didn't want Han Li to feel even a bit embarrassed.

At this moment, he was dressed neatly and, under the glare of Han Li's furious eyes, began trying to pick the lock himself.

But of course, it wouldn't open. In the end, I had no choice but to call the fire department. I just said the lock was jammed and needed help.s they walked.She was holding a laptop, and Zhao Tingxing had to lean in closer to see the blueprints on it.Upon looking down, his breath hitched again. Han Li was holding the computer right against h...