Xia Yangyang replied with an indifferent smile, "Then I really have to thank Manager Pan for his concern."
Xia Yangyang tried to leave, walking past Pan Shoucheng.
But suddenly, Pan Shoucheng grabbed her arm, "Dinner's about done; how about we change the setting?"
Pan Shoucheng's words were full of ambiguous hints.
Xia Yangyang yanked her arm away from his palm with disgust, barely concealing her anger, "Manager Pan, please have some self-respect."
It seemed Pan Shoucheng's patience was waning with Xia Yangyang's repeated rejections.
He said, "Miss Xia, playing hard to get won't be effective if overdone."
Xia Yangyang's fingers clenched tightly.
What on earth did Pan Shoucheng take her for?
Xia Yangyang was still holding in her breath.
Out of consideration for Shengyuan's face, she didn't want to burn bridges.
Xia Yangyang said, "Manager Pan, I think you've really misunderstood; I'm not the kind of person you think I am."
