Second-floor study.
Su He followed him inside, just as she casually closed the door behind her.
The man suddenly turned around and grabbed her by the shoulders, pressing her against the wall.
Su He was dumbfounded.
"Jiang Yan, are you sick or something?"
She glared at him, 'Can't you speak properly without getting physical? What are you trying to do?'
Jiang Yan ignored the fury in her eyes. His angular lips curved into a slight smirk as he looked at her and said, "If I were really sick, you'd be the cure."
Damn it!
Su He cursed inwardly.
Where did he learn to talk like that?
It made her skin crawl, so creepy!
His arm held her slender waist tightly, the other propped up against the wall by her ear.
The muscle lines on his arm blended perfectly with his clothes.
"I don't know if I'm your cure, but I might be a sharp blade that could hurt someone. If you don't let go of me now, and I accidentally hurt President Jiang later, don't blame me!"