The man saw the receptionist looking stunned and immediately became more displeased, his tone growing colder, "Didn't you hear me?"
The receptionist immediately snapped back to reality, nodding quickly, "President, I understand."
Xi Mohan no longer looked at the receptionist, grasping Ning Wan's hand as he continued to lead her outside without stopping.
Ning Wan, meanwhile, felt as deflated as a punctured balloon, hanging her head as she followed the man, her eyes stinging, on the verge of tears. But she dared not cry, only lowering her head in silent agony.
Does it hurt inside? Naturally, it does. She had never felt so miserable before, being rejected by someone was one thing, but now she couldn't even enter his workplace. Ning Wan had no choice but to carefully reconsider if her long-held persistence was truly right.
From the first moment she laid eyes on this man, she fell for him, feeling something for Xi Mohan, and unconsciously recalled the phrase she loved the most.
