Chapter 971 The People My Dad Sent

• “Birds pair up on the branches, rivers and green hills smile back—”
• A stunning girl in a fitted office outfit swayed in the spacious office, sheer black stockings gleaming, her figure curvy and hot. She sang a lively Northeast folk tune with obvious delight, spinning and twirling as if the room were her stage.
• Wang Dahai lounged like a king, eyes half-closed, one leg crossed over the other, gaze wandering up and down his secretary’s body, grinning wide.