As she said that, President He's eyebrows knitted even tighter.
He sized her up, with an expression as if his aesthetic sense had been insulted, "What other 'services' do you wish to provide?"
Sang Yan: "..."
Her self-confidence took a severe hit.
"I, I don't wish to provide any other services."
She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head, her face burning hot, feeling it turn as red as a monkey's butt.
Oh, the shame.
But amidst the shame, she still had some wild thoughts: President He was so handsome, if he wanted someone to accompany him to sleep, he could easily find a girlfriend to solve the issue, so why all this trouble? He must have some serious illness! Could it be he's weakened at such a young age?
Alas, the pressures of society now, men under stress, not taking care of their fitness, those seemingly strong but hollow on the inside, are way too common.
Such a waste of his good looks.
Wait a second—
