He Qingyun looked at Shen Yi, forcing a smile with difficulty, a vicious glint flashing through her eyes. "Then I shall wait and see."
Shen Yi no longer spoke, and headed straight for the door, with Assistant Chen quickly following behind.
In a place out of Shen Yi's sight, He Qingyun ground her teeth in hatred. Her beautiful and delicate fingers pinched tightly into her palm as she struggled to contain her emotions.
However, as Shen Yi was about to exit the door, He Qingyun said lazily, "Ah, I thought I would be able to spend a spring night with President Shen today, but it seems there's no chance."
Shen Yi, who had already reached the door, stopped again. He turned to look at He Qingyun, no longer maintaining his usual aloof demeanor, his disgust plainly visible on his face.
"I had dinner before coming here," said Shen Yi.
He Qingyun was taken aback and didn't understand what Shen Yi meant, asking reflexively, "What are you saying?"
