As June arrived, the weather became increasingly oppressive. This heat didn't just make one physically uncomfortable; it frayed tempers as well. Bao Mi was one of these agitated souls, and she was particularly on edge.
Besides her father's condition showing no signs of improvement, a fly had suddenly started buzzing around her. Not a detestable fly, perhaps, but an incredibly annoying one.
"Ji Ping, can you tell me what it is you like about me? I'll change it," Bao Mi finally snapped, her voice a low growl directed at the man relentlessly fawning over her.
The young man named Ji Ping, however, didn't get angry. He just chuckled, set down the ice cream and drink he was holding, and returned to his Office Desk.
Everyone else in the office laughed. One person—whether intentionally stirring trouble or genuinely speaking up for Ji Ping, it was hard to say—called out loudly, "Bao Mi, Ji Ping is a good lad! Why don't you two try dating?"
