The office was luxuriously spacious, and at that moment, a man and a woman were running around a huge golden phoebe desk measuring three to four meters in length.
The woman, naturally, was Gu Feifei. By then, the black stockings on her legs had been torn, and the buttons of her black suit jacket had been ripped off, revealing a slight cleavage, which jiggled as she ran, drawing covetous glances.
Chasing her was a nearly fifty-year-old bald man, whose coat and trousers had been stripped away, revealing bright red boxer shorts, and a white tank top on his upper body.
There was a bright red handprint on his face, undoubtedly Gu Feifei's handiwork.
As the two ran around the desk, the bald man creepily shouted,
