'Social suicide is not an option!'
Naturally, Jiang Zheyu didn't go back to get her Light Brain and ask Si Yu.
She remained standing at the door and gave a small smile. "I'm so bored, Zhe Heng. Why don't you play a game with me?"
"Female, I need to ask the boss," Zhe Heng replied, once again sounding rigid and formal.
The next second, Jiang Zheyu tried to catch him off guard and grab his hand, but halfway there, the man caught her by the wrist, his leather-gloved hand stopping her.
Jiang Zheyu's wrist was immobilized. She was surprised that he could react so quickly while still talking.
Zhe Heng quickly let go of Jiang Zheyu's hand, took a few steps back, and bowed his head, lowering his gaze. "Female, please don't make things difficult for Zhe Heng."
"I'm not trying to make things difficult for you." Jiang Zheyu walked toward him. "Let me perform a Spiritual Comfort for you. All it takes is holding hands to do it."
