Pei Zhiyao casually pointed to the seat opposite him, gesturing for Lai Weiwei to sit down before speaking.
Xiaochen tactfully left the office, deliberately making space for the two of them.
"President Pei really is quick to act. I thought you would consider it for a long time. Which of the dates I showed you yesterday do you prefer?"
Pei Zhiyao put down his cellphone, his expression unchanging.
But inwardly, he felt a twinge of concern.
If he were to refuse Lai Weiwei, how would she react?
Would she think he was too superficial, or would she choose to let the elders handle this matter?
"I called you here today, not to discuss this matter."
As soon as these words left his mouth, Lai Weiwei's face instantly fell.
The two looked at each other, the atmosphere around them unbearably awkward.
She really wanted to say something, but she hesitated.
On the other hand, Pei Zhiyao already had his explanation prepared.
