In the face of Bei Sangyun's anger, Fei Chuan remained calm. He shifted his gaze to his laptop and resumed working, casually replying.
"It is as you have read."
Bei Sangyun gritted her teeth, "Did you even consider my proposal?"
"There's nothing to consider." Fei Chuan shrugged.
Bei Sangyun narrowed her eyes, uncertain of how to respond to rejection. Right now, all she wanted was to force him to accept her 'confession'.
However, she retained some composure. Fei Chuan wouldn't appreciate being pressured into it.
Taking a deep breath, Bei Sangyun retrieved the crumpled paper. "I will pretend I didn't see it. You haven't seen how great I am yet, so don't reject my proposal too early."
Fei Chuan, who was pretending to be busy, paused. He glanced at her in surprise.
Was she going to continue this farce?
