He looked longingly at his laptop. He had so much work to finish before he went to the Investment Conference. He sighed deeply, a sliver of indignation gripping him.
He propped the phone against the laptop as she said, keeping him and the coins in view. Yun Qian Meng waited with bated breath as he picked up coin after coin and began stacking them.
Her eyes flitted between her laptop screen and phone, her attention split between the two.
The hateful Mo Qingchen kept messing up his count. Sometimes the coins fell over, others he would forget the count. At first, Yun Qian Meng chuckled and watched him struggle. Then she realized that this man was hellbent on wasting her time. It had been thirty minutes and he was recounting again.
"So much for a genius," she scoffed, wanting to offend him into making a fast decision. It didn't work.
"I took advanced math classes. And I don't count all the money in my bank one coin at a time, sorry."
