Jiang Ruan looked up suspiciously at the man's handsome side profile, utterly unable to understand what he found so amusing. Regardless, she decided not to dwell on it and went outside with him, riding her bike straight back to the research institute.
That night.
The man left his drinking buddies and went to the restroom to wash his hands.
He rubbed his temples.
The alcohol was starting to kick in, and he was not feeling too great.
He loosened his tie as he leaned against the sink, lit up a cigarette and exhaled slowly. His black eyes were indifferent to an extreme, and his aloof aura screamed 'stay away'.
Just as he was about to ash his cigarette, the restroom door creaked open slightly.
A woman's coy laughter came from the door. "Director Chen, you're too kind. I've been in this industry for many years, and I'm deeply honored to receive your favor. But I'm feeling unwell due to a stomach ailment tonight, so I'm afraid I cannot accompany you. Perhaps another time?"
