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"D-D-Director Zhu, I-I-I didn't know-didn't know he was your friend..."

"Friend?" Li Chenjing frowned in displeasure, glancing sideways at Zhu Bafu. "Who's friends with him?"

"Huh?" No, if they weren't friends, why go to such lengths to stand up for this Zhu Bafu, who only knew how to suck up to superiors and bully subordinates?

"Hey! Are we friends?"

She was pierced to the heart by that "hey". He did it on purpose—on purpose to address her as "hey", on purpose to stop calling her by her affectionate nickname, on purpose to emphasize that they were now so estranged they had no relation at all.

She glared angrily at his nonchalant, wicked demeanor, and retorted stubbornly, "No!"

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled, gave Wang Qi's clothes a shake, and said, "Hear that? We're not friends."

The next moment, he tossed Wang Qi's collar aside and slowly walked toward her.

She braced herself, refusing to yield, and stood in place with tight fists, meeting his gaze as he closed in.

He stopped in front of her, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the bunch of fellows crawling around in a mess behind them. "Take a good look at who he is to me."

A large hand grabbed Zhu Bafu's waist and hauled her forward. Her raised chin was shoved even higher, and two wet, icy lips pressed against hers, the scent of Young Master washing over her.

H-How could he do such an outrageous thing in front of so many people! She was still disguised as a man!

With a sharp gasp, she tried to push him away, but her negligible strength meant nothing to him. He ruthlessly cupped her face and locked the back of her head in place; her resistance only made him kiss her deeper.

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