Yang Fei wailed: "Spare me, please."
"Xu Zhiqing insists I'm her first love. What if I go there and she can't resist, and she ends up pressuring me? What then?"
Chen Ke wasn't having any of it, holding tightly onto Yang Fei's hand.
"Pff, you think Xu Zhiqing would fancy you? Keep dreaming, Big Head!"
"Blow your horn all you want, but work still needs to get done."
To be fair, Chen Ke had trained a bit; her small hands were soft yet strong.
In a moment of panic, she desperately clung to Yang Fei's hand.
Yang Fei chuckled, holding onto Chen Ke's hand, his thumb teasingly stroking the smooth back of her hand.
"Director Chen, your figure is quite nice, but in my opinion, this part..."
He pointed towards Chen Ke's front with a mischievous grin, winking at her.
"If it were one size bigger, it'd be perfect."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ke suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy, though she merely hummed in response.
