The eight golden flowers looked at each other and tried to brainwash Mo Jiushang so that he would give up on this terrible idea and live a happier life alone.
Mo Jiushang was getting more and more sleepy from their nagging.
“I’m going to the washroom.”
He decisively left and went around the washroom of the private room to the corridor outside.
After washing his face, he did not want to face the eight crows, so he simply leaned against the wall and dozed off.
Suddenly, a cold and stern female voice sounded, “Director Zheng, please have some self-respect!”
Mo Jiushang, who was woken up, rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He looked up and saw a woman with her back to him shaking off a perverted hand, “Director Zheng, I do want to cooperate with you, but the sovereignty of this cooperation is in my hands. If you continue to act recklessly, there is no need for us to continue talking.”
This voice was very familiar.