The manager didn't dare to break Jih Cheng's legs, so after putting him in a room, he immediately came out and locked the door.
Now there's no escape!
Jih Cheng sat in the room's chair, and when Chuzheng entered, he didn't even raise his head.
Chuzheng placed the clothes beside him.
"Chuzheng."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as though he was suppressing something with great effort.
"Don't be so impulsive next time," Chuzheng said before he could speak, "If you don't have the power to make everyone afraid to retaliate after you take action, then you shouldn't strike in front of others."
Jih Cheng looked at her as though he was in a daze.
"Impulsiveness can't solve problems." Chuzheng bent slightly, her fair, slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
Jih Cheng caught her hand, "You want me to endure?"
"I'm not asking you to endure." Chuzheng pulled her hand away and continued undressing him.
Chuzheng took off his shirt and gave him a clean one to wear.