The phone on the table rang, and Tan Yanli reached out for it. Seeing Deng Zhiyi's name flashing on the screen, she frowned, not wanting to answer his call.
Lately, Deng Zhiyi had been either sending flowers or gifts, but she had kept none of them, not even bothering to open them to see what they were, instead immediately passing them off to her department colleagues. He also sent her WeChat messages daily, which she never read. If it hadn't been inappropriate, she would have blocked him by now.
She didn't like him, so she felt indifferent to everything he did. Yet the more she rebuffed him, the more persistent he seemed, constantly finding new ways to approach her.
She didn't know how to communicate with this man, so she simply ignored him, figuring that if he didn't get a response over time, he would retreat on his own.
As if challenging her, the calls kept coming in one after another, and that ringtone was increasingly annoying to her.
