"Da Li, what's on my schedule today?"
On Sunday morning, Han Lie sat at the dining table, eating breakfast, but his mind had already wandered far away.
If there's nothing important... I'm going to hit three!
After a few days of rest and recovery, Scrappy Lie felt he was ready again, itching to challenge the hell mode once more.
Liang Wu confusedly looked at her own hips and legs, struggling to adapt to the new nickname given by the dog man.
I'm pear-shaped, not a big duck pear!
She quietly straightened her chest and sucked in her stomach, making her waist appear a bit slimmer, while her hips looked even rounder.
"Chief Xun from Zhongjin's Magic Capital branch has invited you for a game of golf, and Charles from Goldman Sachs has requested a meeting for the second time, probably hoping to pitch some service..."
Seven or eight schedules, all of which can be categorized as offsite socializing, somewhat useful but not necessary.
