Tang Qing was deeply struck by Dou Jiao's expression of disinterest. Despite his persuasive efforts, she remained unmoved.
What could he do when others were dismissive of his offers? He could only feel bottled up frustration.
Just as Tang Qing was at a loss for ways to change Dou Jiao's mind, a twenty-something man in a suit walked into the reception room clutching a bouquet of roses. The man's beaming grin upon seeing Dou Jiao was so annoying that Tang Qing was tempted to do something violent.
The man quickly placed himself in front of Dou Jiao, presented the roses, and professed ardently,
"Jiaojiao, please be my girlfriend, I truly love you."
Tang Qing noticed that Dou Jiao's expression had soured at the sound of the man's footsteps and when he appeared, her face was as cold as ice, her teeth visibly clenched.
After hearing the man's first sentence, Tang Qing thought to himself: Typical melodrama.
