Yan Shu blinked. 'It's just a coat, what's the problem?' she tried to convince herself. 'I'd just be doing a favor to president Chen. No need to make a big deal out of it.'
She looked at Chen Mu Sheng. His honey-colored eyes looked back at her, making her recall a small boy she met years ago. She had no idea why, though. That boy was gentle and caring, while president Chen was anything but.
Yan Shu forced herself to stand up. "P-President Chen, stand up please," she nervously said.
Chen Mu Sheng did as asked and also turned around to make it easier for her. She removed his coat and hung on the back of an empty chair by his side.
"There, all done," she said, not looking at his direction. She probably should've. Yan Shu tried to return to her seat but, not looking where she was going, bumped into Chen Mu Sheng. It was like walking into a cushioned wall: soft, but unmoving. She stumbled back and was about to fall when a hand caught her by the waist.
