Lin Zhenxin didn't speak, she just smiled slightly.
At this moment, she still didn't know what kind of trouble Shelley would bring her tonight.
But that's a story for later.
Shelley walked into the director's office as if it were her own home, her red lips smiling enchantingly.
The director was on the phone, and she slipped into his arms like a snake, sitting on his lap, letting his hands restlessly explore her neckline.
In reality, Shelley's mind wandered, but she was clever enough not to let the old man notice.
Once the director hung up the phone, his indecent actions deepened.
The door was locked, but no one dared to enter; everyone was aware of what was happening, but at least on the surface, they had to maintain peace.
After a moment of chaos, Shelley lay limply in his arms.
"Help me deal with that Lin Zhenxin, I can't stand her," Shelley pouted playfully.
"Lin Zhenxin?" The director pondered for a while, finally recalling why the name sounded so familiar.
