Huo Jinnan shrugged off his suit jacket and casually draped it over Che Huan, then looked at Huo Bei, "Is it taken care of?"
"Yes, sir," Huo Bei stood to the side as if he hadn't seen anything.
Huo Jinnan hummed in response and glanced at Che Huan, who had taken off his suit jacket, a slight frown creasing his brow.
Che Huan held the jacket in her arms and pulled her tangled hair to the front, turning her head and struggling for a while. She tugged and tugged but still couldn't get it free!
Before long, sweat began to trickle down her smooth forehead!
She gave up and looked in Huo Bei's direction, thinking that sometimes men have nail clippers on their keychains, "Mr. Huo Bei, could I use your keys for a moment?"
Huo Bei looked at Che Huan apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Che."
Che Huan glanced at Huo Jinnan, guessing that because he was present, Huo Bei dared not lend them to her. Damn bad man!
