Leng Zimo spoke again, "We..."
"We are just talking about work!" Luo Xiaoqian bent down to pick up the dropped room key from the floor, and dashed out from between the two men as if fleeing, "Gentlemen, if there’s anything, we can talk about it tomorrow. Good night!"
She ran all the way to her own room door, swiped the card to open it, and without looking back, escaped inside.
"I won’t disturb President Leng’s rest anymore!" Jiao Yang retracted the hand he had against the door, and turned to leave.
"She is mine!" Leng Zimo declared sternly behind him.
Jiao Yang laughed lightly, turned his head to look at him inside the door, "President Leng, now we live in a society that values freedom and human rights. Nobody belongs to anyone, everyone has the right to pursue their true love!"
"True love?" Leng Zimo scoffed. "It seems President Jiao’s ’true loves’ are quite plentiful!"
As a formidable opponent in work, naturally, Leng Zimo had looked into him. Unlike Leng, women were never in short supply around Jiao Yang.
Jiao Yang spoke in a very calm tone, "That has nothing to do with you."
Leng Zimo coldly curved his lips upward, "You are bound to lose!"
"President Leng, underestimating the enemy isn’t a good habit!" Jiao Yang’s lips also curled up in response.
"I never underestimate anyone. I just understand my woman and know what she really wants."
"Are you sure that’s what she wants?" Jiao Yang shrugged. "But I don’t think so."
"That’s just what you think," Leng Zimo said.
"So, you understand her very well?" Jiao Yang asked.
"Of course!" Leng Zimo answered.
Jiao Yang’s gaze fell on the sportswear in his hand. "Do you know who bought me this outfit?"
"Of course I do!" Leng Zimo smiled, "And that’s exactly why I need to take it back. After I return to Beijing, I’ll buy you a brand new set to replace it. Thank you for taking care of it these past few days. President Jiao, see you tomorrow!"
Bang!


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