An Ning didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression, so she bluntly refused. "I'm not available, I have things to do when I get home tonight."
"What things? At your age, don't you go out to meet friends after you get home? Let me take you out for dinner." The assistant director winked at An Ning, his intent to pursue her unmistakable.
People around them started whispering to one another, their eyes glancing back and forth between the two of them.
An Ning frowned.
Damn it, could this have already stirred up gossip?
Even a minor incident could be blown out of proportion in this circle. She definitely didn't want to be entangled in scandals.
Especially when she caught sight of a pair of displeased eyes through the crowd. No, displeased wasn't the right word; daggers would be more apt.
Didn't the assistant director feel the pain of being metaphorically shredded? She was starting to feel it for him.
If he continued to pester her, Jingchen might not leave him unscathed.