Yang Hui stood up and smiled. "What's there to be nervous about? You're the client. Have you forgotten that the customer is always right?"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Yang Na felt a bit reluctant to see him go. She stood up and chided him playfully, "Any customer who believes that has been completely suckered."
"Alright, I'm leaving."
Yang Na quietly followed behind him, looking unhappy.
The setting sun shone through the window, casting a golden light on Yang Na's smooth, bare legs that was almost dazzling.
"How about a hug?"
Yang Na stepped forward, her faint perfume mixing with her natural scent. He suddenly regretted his impulsive suggestion. She obviously wouldn't refuse, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to pull himself away.
