Huang Tingting dialed Song Yanwu's number and insisted she speed things up. After all the effort she had put in to set things in motion, it would be a letdown not to press on.
"But Brother Tianyu always refuses to give me a chance," Song Yanwu said with a helpless sigh. At his last birthday, there was no opportunity to speak, so what more could she do?
Despite not having given up, the president was so fond of him, even commuting to and from work together, which she watched with great envy. However, Brother Tianyu just wouldn't give her a chance. She dressed up beautifully every day, yet he wouldn't spare her a second glance.
"I see," Huang Tingting said upon hearing this, understanding the situation. So it was Ling Tianyu who wasn't giving Song Yanwu a chance. This wouldn't do.
Her eyes wandering, Huang Tingting thought for a moment, then muttered to herself, "Looks like I'll have to call my best friend out of retirement."
