"Director Zhu!"
I stepped forward, wanting to explain.
Zhu Yanjiao retreated, her pretty face pale, her eyes full of wariness, and a hint of anger from feeling deceived.
"Director Zhu, don't listen to her, you know what kind of woman she is..."
I became a bit anxious, lowering my voice.
"Of course, I know, but how do you explain that you are at the gym every day, as if waiting for me? I never saw you at the gym before!"
"Are you doing this on purpose to get close to me?"
Zhu Yanjiao narrowed her eyes, her tone becoming increasingly sharp.
I was stunned for a moment, my mouth opened, but I didn't know how to explain.
Zhu Yanjiao bit her red lip fiercely, eyes brimming with rage and quickly faded to a dim, heartbreaking sorrow.
She had trusted me enough to come to the hotel room, thorough and meticulous before me, perhaps even feeling attracted, but now she realized that I had approached her with an agenda.
"Chen Yang, open the door!"
