"No wonder President Zhao said he couldn't eat or sleep well."
Lin Jiaoyang chuckled softly to himself.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise, "President Zhao?"
"The car manufacturer boss who got you drunk last time, have you forgotten?"
Lin Jiaoyang asked her.
How could Zhuo Jian forget? She had simply been momentarily distracted; these bosses were all in cahoots with one another.
"Once he takes a fancy to a girl, he must have her, but we're on good terms,"
Lin Jiaoyang added.
Zhuo Jian then glanced at him again.
"Ah Jian, I didn't lend a hand when your father got into trouble because I was faced with an unavoidable difficulty,"
Lin Jiaoyang could tell she was displeased, so he stood up, sat on the arm of the sofa, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder as he spoke.
"What are you doing?"
Zhuo Jian immediately sprang up from the sofa and stood at a distance, looking at him angrily.
