"Who said I was nervous?" Jiang Ruan pulled his hand down, her small mouth pouting in protest, "It's because you threatened me. Even a rabbit bites when it's anxious, and besides, I didn't do anything wrong in the first place."
Bao Ye chuckled, "You're quite justified."
At this moment, Jiang Ruan cleared her throat lightly, her soft voice said, "Um, I was just holding that cat with this hand."
Jiang Ruan blinked, the tips of her fingers still gently squeezing his large hand as she stifled a laugh, "You won't mind, right?"
Upon hearing this, the man's face instantly turned dark, his deep eyes as cold as ice, staring at her smug little face, he gritted his teeth, "Jiang Ruan!"
In the end, Bao Ye's hand was washed red, and he left for the company with a cold face.
Before leaving, he warned her not to hold that cat again.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be allowed in bed at night.
Jiang Ruan agreed outwardly and saw him off.
