After over an hour of waiting for a chance to speak, Luo Yaling silently counted to three in her mind, took a deep breath, and looked up just as his gaze met hers, having risen from the documents.
In that instant, his black eyes sharpened, appearing ruthless and fierce, but in half a second, they returned to normal. Was she seeing things? Luo Yaling was sure of the change; it was too amazing!
Like a chameleon. Hehe! This was great, but that gaze was fierce and a bit scary.
“What is it?” Oh, it’s him! Still so cool. Now even speaking is so simple and concise. Hehe! But he’s not cute, though the old man is cuter, sometimes.
But now was not the time to think about that. Luo Yaling suddenly stood up hastily, knocking over the chair and losing her balance, falling backward.
She landed squarely on the floor, her mind going blank. She didn’t know how long she sat there until she heard a familiar laugh that made every nerve in her body tense, bringing her back to awareness.
Luo Yaling, what are you doing? You’re so stupid. So embarrassing! She wished she could dig a hole and hide.
Even trying to play composed, she could guarantee her expression was comical and probably the most awkward moment of her life. Legs in the air, glasses askew, her face burning; if not for her makeup, she’d look like a cooked duck.
“Your response?” Shen Yixuan scratched his interest, noticing her purple eyes.
Luo Yaling couldn’t interpret his meaning, which gave her immense pressure. Should she be glad there was no hint of mockery in his words? She was now somewhat worried.
His calm tone made her involuntarily swallow. What might be brewing behind this calmness? She shrank back, feeling timid.
Afterward, she lightly coughed to soothe her tense throat.
“Mr. Shen… you…” When her gaze met his cold, handsome face, her throat went dry again, and the words retreated. She silently cursed herself for her foolishness.
“I’m waiting for your response,” Shen Yixuan said, his tone deliberately restrained.
