Korea, wearing high heels, staggered backward from his push and almost fell.
After steadying herself, she touched her neck with her hand and looked at Ji Chicheng. She wasn't angry at all about his rough handling just now; instead, she smiled seductively, "I admire you. You don't have to accept it, but if you keep avoiding me and refuse to see me, it will make me misunderstand and think you're afraid of seeing me too much and falling in love with me."
Her tone and attitude were full of confidence.
Ji Chicheng sneered, "Our country is researching what material makes the strongest space capsules. Miss Korea, you can volunteer for it."
"Chicheng..." Korea suddenly switched to a gentle tone, "Can I call you Chicheng?"
"We're not close."
Ji Chicheng replied coolly to Korea, lifted his foot, and walked heavily towards the door, calling out as he went, "Chen Xiang, Assistant Wu!"
He couldn't be bothered to waste words with this woman.
