"...hmm..dunno, sis. I can't guess what's in his mind." Porcu shrugged as he stared at Zhao Yang, who prevented Yu Ziyuan from walking forward.
"W-what's wrong, Mr. Zhao?" Yu Ziyuan blinked in confusion. The woman observed Zhao Yang from head to toe and saw his face looked darker than usual.
'Is he angry? Irked? Annoyed? But why??'
"...take this." Zhao Yang threw his suit to the woman and pointed at her waist. "Tie it around your waist."
??
"Wh-what…" Yu Ziyuan was taken aback. She looked down at the suit she got and frowned, still not understanding the situation.
'Why the hell he gave me his suit?! Tie it around my waist?? For what??'
"Uh, why– "
"Just do it, or you can go to the office on foot," Zhao Yang warned and immediately turned around. He walked toward his car and sat down, acting as if nothing happened.
