Shot Himself in the Back More Than Eight Hundred Times

"If I wanted to, would Mr. Liu help me?"

Wang Manni asked in return.

"That's impossible. I can only do what I can."

Liu Zheng said.

"I understand. A woman like me is only a friend to Mr. Liu. Women can be spoiled, but friends can only be helped."

"Mr. Liu has so many women that he can't even spoil them all, much less help them all."

Wang Manni's voice carried seventy percent desolation and thirty percent resentment.

"Your tea stench is stronger than that cup of mouthwash I just drank."

He said disdainfully.

".Mr. Liu, your words are far too hurtful."

Wang Manni paused, then said resentfully.

"You're not even human now. Stop talking nonsense. Just answer me: do you want to go home or not?"

Liu Zheng said impatiently.

"I..."

Wang Manni glanced at Manager Ma, who was staring at her with naked lust, as well as the countless gazes peering at her from the darkness of the private room. She pressed her lips together.

"I do."

After saying those two words, she felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"Good. Give me the address, and the phone number of that deputy director of yours."

"Ah, it's not very convenient for the deputy director to contact you directly for the moment."

Wang Manni said hesitantly.

"Then it isn't convenient for him to help you either. I can meet Sewer and the Gravekeeper whenever I want. What the hell is he? Does he have a higher threshold than they do?"

Liu Zheng said dismissively.

"Fine. The number is..."

Wang Manni gave him both the phone number and the clubhouse's number.

"Actually, I wasn't the only one who came this time. There were several other female colleagues, just none of them held positions as high as