Chi Enen, in the face of his sharp, penetrating gaze, did not retreat. She naturally maintained her previous action, her eyes seemingly filled with stars, involuntarily reminding one of the meteor shower that evening.
The cold-faced man could no longer maintain his tense expression, once again averting his gaze and releasing her wrist, "I don't like you!"
After speaking, he turned and strode back to his swivel chair.
Chi Enen, abruptly rejected by him, was momentarily stunned, then looking at his calm, expressionless demeanor, felt increasingly that he appeared more like the one who had just been rejected.
She couldn't help but want to laugh for some reason.
She walked over unhurriedly, approached the man, and pursued him with a question, "Why?"
Damn it, is this woman's face as thick as a city wall!
Li Beijue frowned so deeply it seemed he could kill a fly, but his thin lips moved, "What do you mean, why?"
