Gao Chao was certain this time—it was no illusion.
Someone not only stealthily pinched his "chrysanthemum" but also did it with considerable force, causing the petals to ache intensely.
The colleagues around were even more baffled. Was Young Master Gao having a mental breakdown?
Lin Hai was keeping a straight face, desperately holding back his laughter.
"Lin Hai, was it you who played this trick?" Gao Chao noticed Lin Hai's peculiar expression and immediately questioned him angrily.
With an innocent look and eyebrows raised, Lin Hai protested loudly in defense, "Young Master Gao, do you think I, Lin, am easy to bully? You're near the elevator, and I'm on the opposite side. Do you think I'm a gibbon with arms long enough to reach your 'chrysanthemum'? Besides, I'm not like you; I don't engage in that sort of thing."
