Feeling the touch on her face, Claire Green raised her eyebrows.
"Brother touched me, but he needs to take responsibility."
Julian Sia's lips curled lightly, retracting his fingers, "Kid, keep some reservation."
Unintentionally, he put that hand back into his pants pocket, the warmth still seemed to linger.
The kid's face was quite soft.
Claire Green squinted her eyes, her crimson lips curving up, "Brother, this is double standards."
Julian Sia's eyes paused for a moment, understanding the meaning in her words, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
The two who were qualified as background players stared in shock at the scene.
Did Mr. Sia just flirt with the young lady?
But, why do I feel like there's a bright light above my head?
"You haven't told me why you're not going home so late," Julian Sia spoke casually.
Claire Green tugged on her backpack, blurting out instinctively, "Tutoring."
