of what kind of feud you have with Mr. Zhou, what you are doin

atch her otherwise bold persona. "He has been in love with me

idn't kiss you when you two were i

f excuses, but honestly, she couldn't understand why

les sadly. "He didn't kiss me because he doesn't li

ce. The word 'gay' was still echoing in the air. Seeing the security guards, the woman grab

raced towards him. But in her ha

stinctively and ended up grabbing the white ba

tantly left Charles's waist as he careene

the office. They were all staring at Charles, who was lying on

red toward the sofa. She realized she shouldn't have thrown the bath towel away but handed it back to her bo

a quivering voice, "Mr. Zhou, are you okay?" She was so screwed. She had committed such a scand

owever, didn't change her expression. She merely glanced at Charles and patted the dust off her sho

p, when suddenly it dawned on her. Her face turned red in embarrassment. S

e hung in the air. Daria held her breath. Raising her head cautiously, she caught

ht smile on his face. But why did the young man's face look so familiar? Daria was in a

beside her gasped at

iffened and looked up at Charles's face subconsciously. Before she could meet his eyes, the