"Can you go by yourself… to the cocktail party tonight?"
When Jiang Chen heard Natasha's words, he took a second to process before examining her from head-to-toe.
Natasha was starting to feel uncomfortable as she rebutted, "Why are you looking at me like that? Can you just give me an answer? Hurry."
As a security consultant for Jiang Chen, she had to follow where he went, including this private reception.
"I used to think about it—the leader of a frontline intelligence team in her twenties, and a woman too." Jiang Chen touched his chin and looked with intrigue. "Do you think this is normal?"
"You're sexist," Natasha protested.
"Well, let's throw away the gender problem. You just graduated from university a couple of years ago, right? Don't mind me, I'm just saying. Back home, if an official is in their twenties, there are two situations: either they're the second generation of a politician or—"
"Is this related to you?" Natasha said.
