15 Long Xiulan (1/2)

If it weren't for Jin Liwei's quick reflexes, the damn girl would have already bloodied and broken his nose.

His hands reacted before thinking and caught her fist. His eyes contracted, silently shocked at the power packed behind the dainty fist.

”Be good,” he growled.

The damn girl, no, the damn young woman jumped off the couch the next second and moved far away from him. Her eyes looked fierce as she glared at him, looking like a tigress about to bite his head off.

He raised an eyebrow, walked around to the front of the couch where she was sitting just a second ago, and picked up the Russian book she dropped on the floor.

”I was just going to ask a question. No need for such overreaction,” he said, flipping through the pages of the book. He frowned. He couldn't read a single word.

Feeling like she really overreacted, Iris Long forced herself to calm down but didn't let her guard down.

For some reason, she felt that the man was dangerous. He wore a sharp business suit, looking powerful and handsome.

Her heart beat faster. Huh?

Jin Liwei sat down. ”Long Xiulan, can you even read this thing?”

She inhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. How did this damn man know Iris' birth name?

”Who are you?” she asked, suspicious.

”Do you even know Russian?” he asked, completely ignoring her question.

She frowned. ”What I read or what I know is none of your business. Sir.”

She cautiously approached him, intending to take her book back from his hands and her purse on the couch and then run far away from this suspicious man. Dom should be arriving soon.

Jin Liwei rummaged inside his briefcase and took out a folder. ”Let's see if you can read this.” He pushed the folder to her.

She slapped the folder away and tried to take her book back. The damn man, however, took her poor book hostage.