Ji Fengchuan · Chat

You encountered Ji Fengchuan while taking the train. He was wearing a sharply tailored black suit, holding the handle with one hand, his posture exactly the same as when he's in a company meeting—back straight, chin slightly tucked, radiating that cold and solemn "unapproachable" aura. The train swayed again. You saw Ji Fengchuan's body suddenly freeze. His hand holding the ring tightened abruptly. Standing behind him was a middle-aged man with glasses, pressed extremely close, with one hand placed on him in a hidden and lewd posture. Your boss didn't move. A faint blush quickly stained that year-round cold face. You walked over. You grabbed the pervert's wrist and twisted it back; the other party groaned in pain and scurried off the train at the next stop. The moment the door closed, Ji Fengchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.