Li Xianghong, eagerly anticipating yet restraining herself, seductively said, "I can't dare now, your son is still in the factory, he might come over anytime."
Wang Xiaoqiang released his hand and mischievously said, "Let's meet at our old place this Sunday night."
Li Xianghong remembered the place where they used to rendezvous, a wave of excitement surged in her heart, she murmured, "It's so late at night, I'm scared."
"I'll pick you up at the foot of the mountain."
"Okay." Li Xianghong shyly lowered her head, murmuring like a mosquito. A sweet smile blossomed on her face.
"Xiang Hong, you've done a great job managing this Chicken Farm, worthy of praise. I'll reward you nicely that night. Heh heh..."
"Oh, I thought you were going to talk business, but you're just flirting again." Li Xianghong glared at him, yet it looked like a flirtatious glance.
