Yue Tingfeng was rather exasperated but still smiled. "Yan Qingsi, out of all the women I've met, I think you're the one with the brightest prospects."
Plenty of women tried to curry favor with him but it was never enough. He extended a helping hand willingly and simply waited for her to grab it but she did not grab on at all.
Yan Qingsi's gaze was chilling. "You flatter me. You, on the other hand, are the most despicable man I've ever seen."
The dying embers of his anger flared up after hearing what she said. His phone began ringing which interrupted him from saying a few things he had wanted to. He frowned and took it out—the caller was Helan Fangnian.
He answered begrudgingly, "Yes."
Helan Fangnian asked immediately, "Are you back already?"
Yue Tingfeng looked at the motionless Yan Qingsi lying on the bed. "Mm, I'm back."
"Are you done with your stuff?"
"Almost."
