Chapter 188 Feudal Superstition

Fortunately, Su Jian was dressed warmly, so she wasn't scalded; she only felt a warm sensation on her back as her clothes soaked through.

Zhou Lu's brow furrowed, and he steadied the woman who had fallen into his arms, his voice carrying a clear edge of tension, "Are you hurt? How could you be so careless? Who asked you to throw yourself over here?"

Su Jian immediately shook her head and whispered, "I'm fine, I'm wearing a lot."

After speaking, she hurriedly got up from his embrace. Although the meeting room was heated, Su Jian's clothes were completely wet, and she couldn't help shivering from the cold that struck her.

Zhou Lu's face was set as he stood up, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her, casting a mocking glance at Jiang Yan, "President Jiang, this is the professional conduct of your company's employees."

Song Yan's fingers rhythmically tapped the tabletop, quietly sitting there enjoying the drama.