Chuxia had thought that when Shi Che called her Miss Ling, it meant they had tacitly agreed not to expose each other's identities. However, she hadn't expected him to suddenly drop such a remark. What did he mean by that?
Chuxia's heart trembled fiercely, and the palm Shi Che was holding began to sweat profusely.
She tried to curve her lips into a smile, squeezing out a trace of cheerfulness while keeping her tongue from tying up. She responded word by word, "President Shi really jokes, how could I possibly know President Shi? This is our first meeting."
As soon as Chuxia finished speaking, she felt the hand that held hers tighten abruptly, the grip on her hand softening into a mild ache.
Chuxia bore the pain, maintaining the smile on her face, not daring to let any discomfort show.
"Our first meeting?"
Shi Che's dark eyes fixated on her, murmuring these five words. A turbulent darkness whirled in the depths of his eyes, engulfing him with an extreme chill.
