"One hundred million..."
Song Guanchao seemed to be seriously considering it, but his hands didn't stop. They moved from her thigh, slid along her stomach, and found their way up to her ample chest, which he kneaded relentlessly.
The woman was extremely ashamed but dared not resist.
"Director Song, we have no grudge against each other," Secretary Xue tried his best to dispel his intention of grabbing him.
"Cash," Song Guanchao said.
"Alright!" Secretary Xue felt relieved: "But there's none here."
"Seems like Secretary Xue isn't very sincere then."
"There really isn't any here," Secretary Xue said. "You shouldn't think that I'm trying to stall for time."
"Time is very precious to me. If possible, I'd give you all the money right now."
"Makes sense," Song Guanchao said, "Then how are you going to give me the money?"
Secretary Xue: "I can have someone transfer the money to your overseas bank account."
