Chapter 1217: Fighting Spirit

He Liping deliberately feigned anger and shot him a glare. She simply stood up and sat directly on the sofa, saying with a stern face, "You brat, you have no sense of propriety. Is it possible that in your eyes, you no longer respect me as your deputy director?"

Zhao Desan, completely unmoved, chuckled. He lay back on the bed, squinting at her, and said, "Sister He, how could I not have you in my eyes? If I didn't have you in my eyes, why would I have asked you to come here to discuss life and ideals with me?"

He Liping crossed her legs, folded her arms across her chest, raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, and looked at him with a bewitching gaze, saying, "Alright then, tell me, what ideals do you have?"

"What's the rush? The night is long, and I want to explore them with you, Sister He," Zhao Desan said, looking at her wickedly while lying on the bed.

"I think your ideal, you brat, is just to play with women!" He Liping glared at him and said bluntly. ===== CHAPTER 1218 =====