During the morning exercise break, Jiang Nian strolled up to the third floor.
Luckily, he bumped into two girls at the stairway entrance.
To be precise, the three of them were squeezed together by the crowd as tightly as sardines in a can.
Jiang Nian was in front, and he could feel a small hand pressing against his back. To avoid bumping into it, directly big chest... not that.
Directly front chest to back.
He turned his head with difficulty to look at Xiao Song and Xu Qianqian, speaking in the tone of a little fey boy.
"Who touched me? Come to the police station with me."
"You're sick!" Xu Qianqian relented, rolling her eyes at him, "Who likes to touch you, if you don't want to use the stairs, you can jump off."
Xiao Song, purely riding on others' coattails, even nodded.
"Exactly."
Jiang Nian's plan for a factory recommendation hadn't even been implemented yet, it was directly strangled in the cradle by bad reviews, leaving him exasperated.