Lin Qiaoqiao dressed up and awkwardly walked out from the lounge.
An Ziqi sat on the sofa, watching her nearly twisted posture, with a cold sneer in her heart, but a calm expression on her face.
Was she trying to show how intense they were last night?
Lin Qiaoqiao bit her lip and timidly greeted them, "Madam, CEO."
An Ziqi leaned back on the sofa, finding a comfortable position.
Beside her, Xiao Moli quickly took a pillow from beside him and placed it behind her back to make her more comfortable.
In front of Lin Qiaoqiao, An Ziqi did not refuse, allowing him to please her.
She propped her chin with one hand, carefully scrutinizing Lin Qiaoqiao from top to bottom, forcibly ignoring the deliberate purplish marks revealed at her low neckline.
She pursed her lips, "Average looks, barely acceptable figure, but your legs are a bit short, with an uncoordinated upper and lower body ratio. Out of 100, I'll give you a reluctant 59."
