Summer Ford glanced at his leg, feeling slightly annoyed by his actions.
She tried to move around his leg to leave, but Ethan Laurent pulled out the chair, stood up, leaned against the hollow carved door beside her, and lifted his long leg again to block her.
Summer took a deep breath, slowly lifted her face, turned her head expressionlessly, and looked at him, "Anything else?"
"Sit with me for a minute!" Ethan slanted his glance at the seat beside him.
"I don't have time!" Summer attempted to step over his leg, but Ethan extended his long arm horizontally, directly blocking the door lock.
After several tussles, a surge of anger welled up in Summer's chest, "Ethan Laurent, what exactly do you want?"
"Sit down!" Ethan demanded coldly.
"I said I don't have time!" Summer proudly raised her face, challenging.
"That's fine!" Ethan retracted his leg, adjusted his stance, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and lazily replied, "In a hurry to do something? I'll go with you!"
