"Yinyin, could you talk to me differently?" Jun Nian was trying hard to keep his composure and spoke stiffly.
"Then how should I speak?"
"Can we just have a good conversation?" Jun Nian looked both tolerant and uncomfortable, something that Qin Yin never wanted to see. If he puts on this face, she would essentially agree to anything he requests.
But now, seeing him like this, she felt a kind of disgust springing up in her.
She began comparing him with Nan Sichen unconsciously; she thought that Nan Sichen would never show such an expression in front of her. In her presence, he was either gentle or cold, but he never made grimaces that would make her feel uncomfortable.
So, Qin Yin said with a beaming smile, "I'm sorry, President Jun, but I'm busy. I have to go to work."
After finishing her sentence, she turned around to leave but didn't expect that Jun Nian would assert himself in front of her, "Yinyin, let's talk."
