"Director Huang, it's very late and everybody has left. How about we talk about this tomorrow?"
She said, attempting to stand up.
But Huang Wenan stretched out his hand and wrapped it around her waist, preventing her from getting up.
Frightened, Zhuang Xuejun's whole body jolted, and she abruptly stood up.
In her rush, the script in her hand fell to the ground.
However, she had no time to pick it up.
She moved hurriedly to the side, taking two steps. "Director Huang, I'll be going back first."
With that, she rushed to the door.
But just as she reached out to open the door, a large hand suddenly came from behind her and covered the back of her hand.
Zhuang Xuejun was startled, her hand retracting sharply as if stung by a needle.
She shrunk her body, shivering.
Feeling the warmth of a man behind her, her face turned even paler from fear.
Huang Wenan stood right behind her and suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist again.
"Where are you hurrying off to?"
