"Really not coming up for a bit?"
In the elevator.
Jiang Chen was carrying two takeout portions of spicy hotpot.
Ji Ruyan shook her head. "It's too late, I won't bother you. If that really is Mr. Jiang's place..."
Jiang Chen lightly cleared his throat and stood even straighter. This was an elevator, not a spicy hotpot shop, and an eye-catching camera was hanging behind them.
Who knew if someone in the security room was watching their every move.
"Sister Ji, you really know how to joke."
At that, Ji Ruyan immediately shot him a plaintive look. With cameras around, she couldn't get handsy, but flirting with her eyes was still fair game.
"Didn't Mr. Jiang enjoy what he was just touching?"
Jiang Chen's expression was calm, righteous and upright.
If someone wants to pin a crime on you, they'll always find a charge.
Was that him copping a feel?
Obviously not.
He was just stopping the other party from harassing him; it was textbook self-defense.
