Jiang Ruan let out a soft "hmm": "Won't you let me be moved for a moment."
The words "Won't you be late?" hadn't even left her lips before the man cupped her chin and leaned in.
The two were lost in their sweet world, reluctant to part for a long time.
The result was that when she was first brought to meet the mayor, they were late.
The arrangement was for eight in the evening.
When they arrived, it was already ten past eight.
At the moment she stepped back from the private room door, Jiang Ruan had no desire to go inside. She had asked Bao Ye whether they would be late.
Bao Ye had said they wouldn't.
Who would have thought it would be eight? In reality, it was already past eight, boo hoo.
Bao Ye remained calm, holding her hand as they entered. Once inside, Jiang Ruan saw a man sitting at the dining table, dressed in a dark brown suit with a gray tie, exuding mature charisma.
He didn't look much older, probably around Bao Ye's age.
