*Puff!* The assistant blushed and bowed to Eric and Tang Feiyan, bid goodbye, then hurriedly ran out with the documents, covering her mouth.
Tang Feiyan twisted Eric's waist lightly, coquettishly saying, "Are you teasing me? Do you still call it 'underwear' when it's worn outside?"
"Who says you can't? Doesn't Superman from Country A have one?"
Tang Feiyan was speechless. She pinched Eric's chest a little harder and then hugged his arm, asking, "Why did you come to find me?"
"Why do you think?" Eric lightly patted Tang Feiyan's head and said, "You're the executive vice president of the group. Instead of working properly, you're here designing clothes for people. This is 'neglecting your duties'!"
"I'm sorry, Eric..." Tang Feiyan said apologetically, "I just couldn't help it..."
"Couldn't help it?" Eric glanced at her. "What, you really like fashion design?"
"Yes. My dream was to become the chief fashion designer of Chanel..."