Fan Sirui lowered his gaze in thought for a moment, and when he looked at Yang Yuran again, there was a hint of defeat in his eyes, as he grumbled with a sense of grievance.
"Pretty sister, do you have the heart to let me down? Believe in me, I really can lead the new team down the path to glory."
His handsome face and slender eyebrows deepened in mistiness, as he looked at her with an almost pleading gaze, and for a moment it softened her heart.
Yang Yuran couldn't help but recall the nickname given to Fan Sirui by his fans, The Heart-stealing Prince. When he played the rogue, he was charming enough to touch one's heartstrings; when he acted spoiled, he was sweet enough to elicit tender affection.
Yang Yuran steadied her thoughts, trying hard to remember the scene in Zhou Yuanyuan's office earlier. She replayed the scene of Fan Sirui pranking Zhou Yuanyuan over and over, more than a dozen times, finally resisting the temptation of his good looks and regaining her composure.
