Seeing his discomfort, Zhang Yaqing grew even more brazen, increasing her pressure.
Luo Qingli asked curiously, "Honey, why are you shivering?"
"It's nothing. The air conditioning is a bit cold," Chen Xiao said, trying to suppress his tremors.
Luo Qingli frowned in confusion. "Huh? What's that strange rubbing sound?"
Zhang Yaqing smiled again. "Miss Luo, you must have misheard. This private room cost a nine-figure sum to build. Even the tables are made of top-grade golden phoebe wood. It's impossible for insects to be gnawing at them, right, Mr. Chen?"
Chen Xiao clenched his teeth and glared at her before nodding. "Ex… exactly."
Taking advantage of a moment when no one was watching, he pushed her leg away and clamped his own tightly together. On the surface, of course, he maintained a calm exterior.
He certainly wasn't worried about upsetting Luo Qingli. It was just that in this situation, if anyone else found out, it would be a moment of absolute social suicide.
