Serene shot him a look, and Yang Hui felt a stir within him. She was even alluring when she was angry.
"Could you please think before you speak? You're a college graduate, not an illiterate."
She was clearly displeased with his two consecutive verbal fumbles—first talking about a "union," then about "wanting her." It was clearly meant to be a flirtatious jab.
"You've misunderstood me. I'm not that kind of person."
"Heh..."
To her, he looked anything but trustworthy, with his charming eyes and smooth-talking mouth.
"I'm leaving. I still have to go to Wanlong Square to check out the Futong Commerce store and see where the gap between you two comes from. Think about the partnership. We can find a time to discuss the details another day. It's too noisy here, not a suitable place."
It was almost 4:00 PM, and Huang Lingyu was probably waiting for him. He stood up and said, "Alright. Oh, right, we haven't added each other on WeChat yet."
