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"It's not as simple as you think, just wanting to flirt," Fu Xinheng said.
Chang Jiawei was infuriated. He stood up, kicked a chair, turned his head and said to him, "I've never slept with a woman. You know that. If I really like a woman, I would definitely pursue her seriously."
After he said that, he slammed the door and left.
Zhou Junpeng touched his nose. Unexpectedly, not long after, Chang Jiawei came back, startling Zhou Junpeng into touching his nose again. What's going on with this guy?
"I understand, you're reminding me not to give people something to talk about, for it could be detrimental to my promotion to associate senior title in the next year or two," Chang Jiawei said, lowering his head and sighing. His old classmate meant well, and he figured it out.
Fu Xinheng didn't respond, his gaze on the office computer.
"Let's go, time to eat," Chang Jiawei called out to him.
"Then go change your clothes."