Ding-dong—
Jiang Liang first checked who it was outside through the peephole.
Seeing that it was Chuzheng standing there, he straightened his clothes before carefully opening the door.
Although his clear eyes didn't hold their usual panic, there was still a trace of nervousness in them.
The girl with the cold expression glanced at him and asked calmly, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Jiang Liang shook his head.
"Ordered... takeout."
Chuzheng, the domineering CEO, said, "You have five minutes to change clothes."
The young man's pale face showed a hint of confusion; his long eyelashes trembled as he stuttered, "...What for?"
"To eat."
Jiang Liang's expression changed instantly.
He instinctively shrank back into the door, feeling that inside was his safe zone.
"I... I don't want to go out." Jiang Liang really wanted to go out with her, but instinctively, he didn't want to leave this place.
There are so many people when eating...
