C41 Don't Want to be Your Master

I opened the door and went in.

The layout of the office was broad and bright with a gray tone.

Ling Mofann sat on the sofa with a few documents on his knees. The coffee on the table was still steaming. Right in front of him was a huge window.

"Mr. Ling, you have to take good care of yourself. After all, your body is the capital of the revolution." I walked toward him, crouching, looking up