Li Chen glanced at Chen Wanqiu.
This woman was indeed decisive—no sooner had the words left her mouth than she provided him with the opportunity.
His gaze shifted to Xiao Ya, sizing her up again. She appeared about 25 or 26, very pretty with a sweet and gentle demeanor, sparkling eyes, pearly teeth, and a cherry-like small mouth.
When she smiled, the two dimples she had were quite eye-catching.
At about 165 centimeters, her form fitted into her business OL outfit, curvy in just the right places. Wrapped in black pantyhose, she was quite the temptation.
"Secretary Xiao, what's making you uncomfortable?"
Li Chen walked over to the sofa and sat down, patting the seat beside him to signal her to do the same.
"My legs hurt a bit!"
Xiao Ya didn't sit down, still seemingly tense.
"Oh? What happened? Where did you hurt yourself?" Li Chen asked, unruffled.