Every ten minutes, Tang ended up refreshing his mailbox, checking if Jia Li had replied to his mail.
"She would have read it by now, wouldn't she? No matter what, she would not delete it without opening it… but what if she did? She would have definitely been surprised, but what if she was more angry than surprised? If the possibility of her reading the mail is 50%, what is the probability of her replying to it?" Tang's mind went round and round, thinking of various permutations and combinations in his head.
One moment, his heart was full of hope and confidence but the very next second, it oscillated towards the worst possible scenario. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been this nervous.
