"Rock-paper-scissors!"
Janice didn't win him anymore.
"I'm not playing anymore," said she with a little anger.
Christopher stared at her face and leaned over, asking, "Are you angry?"
"No," Janice said stubbornly.
Christopher had already noticed that she was angry, but she refused to admit it. He chuckled, "No? Your lips are pouting."
"No, I am not." Janice stood up and continued, "OK, time's over. You should go to the exhibition."
She was about to walk out.
Christopher followed her and asked, "What about you?"
"Why should I go back there? I don't understand your business matters," said she gloomily.
Christopher frowned. "Then... as a reporter, shouldn't you be more dedicated?"
Janice then remembered that she had to stay and timely report the closing ceremony of the exhibition.
Then she said, "Well, I'll come with you."
As she spoke, she swaggered out.
