After several careful searches, they finally found an office at the end of the corridor with a "Purchasing Department" sign.
Yang Yong turned to Wang Ying and Zheng Xiaofeng, lowering his voice. "The fifth room. This is it."
The three exchanged glances. Without further hesitation, they checked the sign on the door, then immediately pushed it open.
This time, Yang Yong was much more cautious than before.
Instead of stepping straight inside, he poked half his head through the doorway first, quickly sweeping his gaze around the office.
There were three computer desks inside.
The one by the window had the best position, overlooking the other two at a glance. Without even thinking about it, they knew that had to be the purchasing director's seat.
And at that moment, someone was sitting there.
Blond hair and deep-set blue eyes-it was the Foreign Woman Ghost.
Finally found you.
Wild joy surged through all three of them at once, like hunters finally locking onto prey they had tracked for ages.
However.
The Foreign Woman Ghost looked up and smiled at them.
That smile was utterly sinister, the corners of her mouth seemingly dragged apart by something, carrying an indescribable chill.
The next instant.
As her gaze swept over Mang Dabiao at Yang Yong's waist, her smile abruptly froze.
As though something had struck her hard.
Without any warning, without a moment's hesitation.
The Foreign Woman Ghost sprang from her chair and lunged at Yang Yong like a madwoman, reaching straight for his belt with both hands.
Yang Yong froze completely.
What the hell was going on?
Stripping a man's belt off right off the bat?
Even a lustful ghost couldn't be this horny!
Only after taking a closer look did he realize...
The Foreign Woman Ghost wasn't going for his belt at