Jun Mochan, contrary to listening, leaned his big body over to Ye Ranran.
He was slender and powerful; as he leaned over, Ye Ranran instinctively retreated, "What, what are you trying to do?"
"It seems like the mistress is still scared of me after being married for so long," Jun Mochan's face looked upset.
"Who is, who is scared of you?" Ye Ranran stammered.
Jun Mochan leaned his hands on the table, effectively encircling her, "If you're not afraid, then why are you panicking?"
"I am just afraid that you will make a scene in the office." Ye Ranran held her head up high, bravely meeting his gaze.
She had no interest in office play.
Jun Mochan laughed, "Mrs. Jun is really overthinking."
"Then why are you leaning so close?" Ye Ranran pushed him slightly.
Who wouldn't misunderstand his intentions from such a close distance?
Jun Mochan press the internal line, "Ah Chuan, come in."
Ye Ranran, "..." Why did she feel like she was being teased?