Knowing he meant well for her, Jiang Ruan pinched her brow bone with her fingertips, her voice sweet and clear: "Got it, my dear Mr. Bao."
"So, how about it? You've inspected, you've had meetings, you should be somewhat satisfied, right?"
Staring at her, the official phrase that was about to slip out of Bao Ye's mouth, "I think it could be better," somehow got stuck.
He licked his lips, set down the cup, and said with a magnetic tone: "Well, overall, it's not bad."
Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, rested her chin in her palms, and blinked: "Just not bad?"
Bao Ye looked at her dressed as a professional woman and couldn't deny that she did have the allure of a mature woman.
Thinking this, the man's throat involuntarily felt a bit dry.
He shifted his gaze and chuckled: "What else?"
"If I praise you too much, won't you get so proud you'll float away?"
"Don't I know you?"
Jiang Ruan pouted, withdrew her hand: "Tch."
After speaking, Bao Ye stood up.
