Suddenly pulled away, the man was somewhat displeased, glaring at Jiang Jingheng, and said, "What are you doing?"
He said this as he tried to remove Jiang Jingheng's hand from his shoulder, but he couldn't move it at all. He was a bit annoyed, wanting to make a move, but was intimidated by Jiang Jingheng's glance.
The man opened his mouth and mumbled, "In everything, one should keep in mind who came first; it's not gentlemanly to initiate action."
Jiang Jingheng looked at him coldly; in his dictionary, there was never any notion of who came first—only what he wants and doesn't want.
"Can I see your face?" A weak female voice sounded in front.
Jiang Jingheng's almond eyes narrowed, and as he turned his head, he saw a young, unfamiliar woman looking at him with eyes full of hope and infatuation.
He suddenly took a step back, released his hand, turned his head to look around while walking forward.
