I was sweating profusely on the assembly line at 40°C, working continuously for 16 hours.
Until Azhen, the factory director's stunning assistant, passed by in a short skirt and dropped a bottle of ice water: "Find me in the cold storage tonight."
At night, I sneaked into the cold storage as promised, but I touched a cold, stiff human hand under a pile of frozen fish.
Before he could recover, the radio suddenly sounded: "The warehouse manager is missing, and the surveillance video captured Aqiang's last appearance!"
At this time, A-Zhen's suppressed moans could be heard faintly under the door of the supervisor's office...
