"Are you sure you don't want to share your love story? The moment I saw you, I really wanted to write a song. I feel like your story must be colorful and perfect for a song," Wang Yixuan still wouldn't give up, his handsome face beaming with a brilliant smile.
Fu Han, having had enough, put on her sunglasses and then unceremoniously rolled her eyes. Her upbringing told her that rolling one's eyes in front of others was impolite, so she could only use sunglasses to cover it up.
Instead of replying to Wang Yixuan, she immediately took out her phone and called her driver, telling him to pick her up as soon as possible.
Considering her limited interactions with Wang Yixuan, she found him to be not only thick-skinned but also persistent; perhaps he would really never leave unless, as he said, Fu Han told her story.
As she packed up her drawing board, she deluded herself into ignoring everything Wang Yixuan said, practicing selective hearing.
