The CEO's office was huge, with a separate lounge for Zhou Jingcheng to take noon naps or stay overnight when working late.
"But you've never used it even once, have you?" Shi Jihan looked at the pristine lounge and asked a question from the depths of his soul.
Zhou Jingcheng undid his shirt buttons in front of the full-length mirror. "Who says? Isn't it being used now?"
Working overtime was impossible. If anyone dared force him to work overtime, he'd dare list Old President Zhou's company for sale at the property exchange the next day.
He had undone half his buttons when he paused and looked at the person in the mirror.
Shi Jihan wandered around and inspected the entire lounge. When he turned around, Zhou Jingcheng was still wearing that dirty shirt. "You're not changing?"
Zhou Jingcheng asked in return, "I am. But do you want to watch me change?"
When Shi Jihan looked at him, it was as though his gaze had scalded him, and he inexplicably shrank back. But the next second, his usual arrogant swagger in front of Zhou Jingcheng returned. Not only did he watch, he even moved closer to watch. "What's wrong? Looking won't cost you a piece of flesh. Or are you..."
He gave Zhou Jingcheng a look that said, Oh my God, no way, then pretended to suddenly understand. "Don't tell me you're wearing an old-man undershirt underneath?"
Zhou Jingcheng laughed angrily. Without answering, he smoothly resumed unbuttoning his shirt.
The top two buttons had already been pulled loose, revealing his long neck and collarbones. Shi Jihan noticed a tiny red mole just below the right side of his collarbone, set against his cool pale skin and swaying faintly with the movement of taking off his shirt.
Below that were smoothly defined