Chen Jiashu: "..."
That acting was a little too clumsy.
Even he could tell it was deliberate.
He subtly stepped back, afraid the boy would fall and drag him down with him.
Unexpectedly, Han Ziqing moved even faster, pulling him aside to dodge.
Seeing this, the boy failed to fall into Han Ziqing's arms. He forcibly stopped himself and barely managed to stand straight.
He looked at Han Ziqing in panic, his eyes reddening. He looked innocent and pitiful, his voice soft and sweet. "President Han, I'm sorry. I was too anxious just now and bumped into you."
Every movement seemed carefully rehearsed, making him look utterly pathetic.
When Han Ziqing said nothing, the boy took another step forward and reached toward him.
Han Ziqing stopped him. "If you still want to make it in the entertainment industry, don't touch me."
The hand that had been reaching forward froze abruptly.
The atmosphere stiffened for a moment.
The boy forced out a smile, his eyes shimmering with tears as he looked at Han Ziqing. "I'm sorry, President Han. I didn't mean to offend you. I... I just wanted to apologize."
"Get lost," Han Ziqing said mercilessly.
He took Chen Jiashu's hand and walked around him.
Only after they had left did Chen Jiashu speak. "Why weren't you even a little gentle with him just now?"
"If I were gentle with everyone, my house would be too full to fit anyone else," Han Ziqing said.
Chen Jiashu snorted. "You still want to fill up your house?"
Hearing that, Han Ziqing's brows curved slightly as he gave a low laugh.
He even bent down and whispered into Chen Jiashu's ear, "I don't want to fill up my house. I want to fill you up."
Chen Jiashu: "..."
His face visibly reddened from his