All her emotions were in preparation for Ji Mo to declare her proposal inadequate.
Now, the outcome was completely contrary to her expectations, a possibility Ning Xiaofei had not considered at all.
Ji Mo's face remained as before, without much emotional fluctuation.
"I think I have made myself very clear."
Crack—
Amid the grating sound of a chair leg scraping across the floor, Pei Ruoxi angrily stood up.
"I don't accept this! Ji Mo, if you choose her plan, then tell me, in what way is my proposal inferior to hers?"
She raised her left hand, her pretty fingers painted with light pink nail polish pointing accusingly at Ning Xiaofei's face, her beautiful eyes glaring sharply at Ji Mo.
Ji Mo calmly lifted Ning Xiaofei's proposal in his hand.
