Ruby looked at his figure and took off her hand forcefully.
“President Zhao…” she softly called out.
He stopped and turned around to face her.
“Who is that man? Why are you hanging out with him alone??” He almost yelled.
She looked up to him, “Sir, that’s my friend, Kenzo—”
He out his right hand onto his waist, “A friend? Just a friend?”
She sighed, “Yes.”
They then stated at each other, and she cut the staring contest with, “But why did you asked, President Zhao?”
He blinked, “Why? Why do you think so?” he can’t believe, she had asked that question when he knew, she know the answer.
She smirked, “Sir, I think that’s privacy invasion.”
“What…? How, how… can you say that?” he was shocked to his core.
She held her wrist feeling her Hypersensitivity acting up again.
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