Or is it a thief?
But how is that possible...
In such a formal occasion, a thief could never get in?
Things seem somewhat strange.
Just about to turn around and search for something, Chi Wen had already arrived, holding a clean suit and walked over: "Mr. Lu, your suit."
As Chi Wen handed the new suit to Lu Jihan, she smoothly slid the phone into his left pocket.
Everything seemed to be done extremely covertly, almost flawlessly.
Feeling secretly satisfied, suddenly her wrist was held tightly.
Her heart chilled, she raised her lashes to look at the man in front, thinking her actions had been discovered.
But, upon careful inspection, Lu Jihan seemed not to have noticed, looking suddenly uncomfortable, massaging his temple while his other hand tightly held her.
"Take, take me... back home..."
He murmured something, his body leaning heavily on her.
Chi Wen's heart leapt with joy, she exclaimed: "Mr. Lu." Yet she still reached out her hand to hold his waist.
