Lu Zijiao dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Zhan Qipei, speaking with a serious tone.
"I've thought it over carefully, why don't you try a desperate measure."
Zhan Qipei looked at him with a puzzled expression.
A desperate measure?
What desperate measure could Lu Zijiao have?
Under Zhan Qipei's expectant gaze, Lu Zijiao started talking, revealing his ultimate good method.
"The three steps: cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide— I bet you haven't tried this one yet?"
Zhan Qipei, speechless, shifted his gaze back to the documents on the table.
Indeed, he shouldn't have hoped Lu Zijiao would come up with any decent idea.
Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Lu Zijiao leaned closer to Zhan Qipei.
"I'm not joking with you, this method will definitely work. If that doesn't do it, you can try jumping off a building or spending some time in the ICU. It's a pain game, you know?"
He paused, then continued speaking.
