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The chat page froze, and then the phone number of "brother" popped up. Fang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the camera.
The moment she looked up, her beautiful and refined face appeared on the computer screen, and Qi Shen scrutinized her features.
The dark, red-glowing camera now appeared to Fang Zhi like a man's all-seeing eyes.
It's as if it's saying: Answer the phone.
Fang Zhi paused for a moment, then lowered her head to answer the phone. The man's deep, pleasant voice, accompanied by the static of electricity, stimulated her eardrums.
Are you having fun playing on your phone?
"happy."
Qi Shen looked at the little head and smiled faintly, "Zhizhi, do you still remember why your brother asked you to stay in the study?"
"Write a self-criticism."
He asked, "So now?"
Fang Zhi's lips moved slightly, speechless, but Lin Yisheng's words suddenly echoed in her mind: "If you act cute with your brother, you won't have to write a self-criticism."
Fang Zhi barely hesitated before saying, "Brother, I'm not feeling well." She drew out her words, her already beautiful voice even softer than before, "Can I not write a self-criticism?"
A soft, delicate voice came over, and Qi Shen's breath hitched. The voice sounded just like a little girl sobbing and begging for mercy in bed, but it was far more satisfying than that.
This was the first time in his life he had heard her treat men like a woman.
In an instant, Qi Shen reacted in a way that was quite uncomfortable.
"Is it alright, brother?"
The little girl continued to whine and plead.
Qi Shen's entire body was tense and uncomfortable, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Zhi Zhi."
"Hmm?" Fang Zhi was wondering why Sister Lin's words didn't work on her brother. "What's wrong?"
Qi Shen glanced down at the trousers under the table, then spoke into the phone in a low, hoarse voice.
"You're making it very difficult for my brother to face people now."
Fang Zhi blinked, and only after calming down did she hear the man's breathing become clear and heavy.
Suddenly, she understood. Her delicate, cherry-colored lips parted slightly, but she couldn't quite make out what he was thinking. He...he...he was just...
The thought that the man was at the company, possibly with his subordinates who might see him...
Fang Zhi's face flushed red instantly, feeling both shy and guilty. She stammered, "Brother, I'm fine now. I'll hang up and continue writing my self-criticism."
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