What exactly is Lu Lingche's problem? The more he likes her, the less willing he is to touch her?
Or does he truly not like Qiao Lainan?
But if he doesn't like her, why would he let her make tea in his office?
She knew him for five years, he never used to allow women to make tea for him.
Before he took over the Shengling Corporation, he had his own company, back then it was only Yuanshan who was with him, no women around him.
Qiao Yin was lost in thought when a suit carrying his body heat was placed on her shoulders, shielding her from the cold air.
"Why didn't you say you were cold?"
A indifferent and low voice sounded above her head.
Qiao Yin looked up at Lu Lingche and said, "I'm not cold, please save my brother."
Lu Lingche turned off the air conditioner and then squatted down in front of her.
He took her icy hands into own, warming them up: "He won't die that easily, but you... you're about to freeze. Your hands are like ice."