"Are you sure you are fine with doing this?" Qiao Ruo asked as they walked side by side into her office. As it was Sunday, she didn't expect many people to be around, lest they went hysterical and upset Cree, who hated crowds.
Cree adjusted his sunglasses and did not answer. They ascended a small flight of stairs and opened a small door to lead into another section of the office. It was rather silent, and a few of Qiao Ruo's colleagues were tapping away at their keyboards when the duo approached. It took them a few minutes to realize who he was, since he was wearing a disguise, and the instant they recognized him, he defensively placed his arm on Qiao Ruo's waist.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Whatever I want," he hissed at her coldly. She expected him to put on his icy mask, but hadn't anticipated that she would be the scapegoat.
"They'll know sooner or later."
