Chen Feng looked at Chu Yiren, his smile at the corner of his mouth becoming more and more apparent.
Chu Yiren shot Chen Feng a glare, muttering quietly, "You're not allowed to smile so smugly."
"Ahem, I didn't."
Chen Feng chuckled awkwardly.
"Chen Feng, are you listening?"
Ye Qingqing's voice came from the phone.
"I'm listening."
"Can you handle it?"
"I think I can, I'll do my best." Chen Feng said.
"Good, if you have any problems, call me. I'll help you find a way out." Ye Qingqing said.
"Alright, thanks Qingqing."
"Keep up the good work, darling. Take your time in Daijing, don't worry about anything here. You can come back later if you want."
"Alright."
"Then goodbye, darling."
Ye Qingqing ended the call.
"You lost."
Chen Feng looked at Chu Yiren.
"What did I lose?"
Chu Yiren stood with her hands behind her.
"Are you trying to back out?"
"Backing out is a woman's privilege, don't you know?"
"You..."
Chen Feng suddenly found himself speechless.
