C164 In the Office My Boss Is Harassing Me

Kang Zeyu didn't care. He simply pushed me into the big bed.

His hand pulled at my pajamas, and my long hair, which was originally tied up gently, fell on the bed like a waterfall.

That morning, because of this matter, I was late by ten minutes at the company.

As for the man who interviewed me that day, I didn't expect him to be the company's boss.

When he saw me rushing over