On the other side, Lu Bojing huffed and puffed in front of the men's washroom. He wiped his forehead, and his shivering calmed down. He was extremely afraid of the possessive Jiang Wei, who couldn't tolerate any man near Lihua. And he didn't expect any help from his Boss.
Phew…
He lowered his gaze and stared at his hands. He clenched and unclenched his fists.
It had been a long time since he had fought.
"Hey!"
He jolted and looked left and right. But he didn't see anyone.
"Here! I am here!" A voice whispered from a corner.
Lu Bojing slowly walked in that direction and saw a girl standing before him. She was very young. A teenager, in fact, no more than seventeen, Lu Bojing thought.
"Y-yes?"
He got uncomfortable. He could talk to Lihua now, more or less, but was still uncomfortable with society, in general, especially someone from the opposite sex.
The girl studied him up and down. She seemed to be in deep thought. "I need your help."
"Huh?"
