129 Tonight Or Tomorrow Night, Choose

"There's still time," Lu Shaoming said.

Ning Qing didn't dare to fool around with him. This was a serious office setting. He dares to be "dumb", but she dare not be "shameless".

"Lu Shaoming, let go!" Ning Qing struggled to escape from his big palm. When she twisted her agile little body, she immediately fell from his leg and rolled onto the carpet.

Next to her was the tea table. Ning Qing's arm bumped into it. "Ah!"

"President, Madam." Zhu Rui heard a cry from where he was standing outside and quickly opened the door.

After he opened the door, awkwardness covered his face. Madam's silky hair was in a mess, and two small hands clutched onto her clothes tightly as if she had been raped.

Lu Shaoming's face was as black as the color of the bottom of a pot.