Tang Mo'er raised her eyes. Gu Mohan's handsome face grew larger in her vision.
It was him again.
"President Gu, what are you doing? Let go of me!" She struggled vehemently in his arms to no avail.
Gu Mohan hugged her slender waist, and half-pushed and half-carried her into the men's washroom before closing the door with his foot.
"Change your clothes!" He threw over a plastic bag.
Tang Mo'er took a look. It was not the plastic bag that she had thrown into the rubbish bin. It was a new bag.
What in the world? Did this man have a never-ending supply of clothes? What was wrong with him?
She retreated a few steps warily, so that there was a safe distance between the man and herself. "President Gu, are you sick? What's it to you whether I change clothes or not?"
