”I asked your secretary, and she said you’re not going to the office this afternoon.”
Damn Xiaoruo! “I made plans to have a meal with my sister, and really can’t cancel.”
He smiled again, “Then I can go with you!”
”I…” It was infuriating. Why wasn’t she as articulate as Yue’e? Why could she only smile awkwardly and not unleash a fierce attitude to tell him to stop bothering her?
”You only have one reason to refuse me: that you find me annoying and don’t even want to be friends.”
”I…” She bit her lip, politely avoiding the question, “Can we really do it another day?”
”Just one word is enough. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
He was a veteran of romantic pursuits, immediately recognizing Yuan Xingcan as a soft-hearted woman. Dealing with such women meant persistent pursuit.
No matter how virtuous a woman is, once she’s entangled, she’ll eventually surrender.
”Another day!” She really didn’t want to offend Dong Fangkuanhong because, although he served as Qin Weilun’s administrative secretary at Chengyuan, he was also a young master of the Datong Pharmaceutical East Family.
She didn’t want Yue’e, who was desperately trying to secure the Datong Pharmaceutical contract, to go crazy; but she also didn’t want to get involved with Dong Fangkuanhong’s trouble. What should she do?
Just as she was feeling conflicted, a voice behind her spoke: “Are you two done? Maybe you’re free, but other people’s time is precious.” Yuan Xingcan immediately felt embarrassed and turned to apologize: “Sorry, sorry!”
When she entered the elevator, she was only focused on checking if Dong Fangkuanhong was following, and only briefly glanced at the people already inside – knowing there were two, one slightly chubby with a leather briefcase, the other tall, dressed appropriately, head down concentrating on documents.
The chubby man pushed his rimless glasses, looking impatient, “The elevator’s purpose is to transport people up and down.”
Yuan Xingcan blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed. She wanted to leave to avoid Dong Fangkuanhong’s endless pestering, but also wanted to close the door, yet he kept preventing it.
She said helplessly and apologetically: “I’m sorry.”
The chubby man waved his hand. The boss hadn’t reacted, so he seemed a bit too hasty. “Okay, are you going out or going down?”
