With each sentence spoken, Yang Yuran observed Kong Tengyu's facial expressions for any changes.
As soon as a slight resistance appeared on Kong Tengyu's face, she knew to stop and ceased her immersive brainwashing technique.
A long, deep sigh housed all her sadness in unspoken thoughts.
She turned to immerse herself in work, like a powerful woman, heartbroken by love, suddenly realizing that money and work were the most reliable things.
Estimating that Kong Tengyu could tough it out for maybe a bit more than ten minutes before giving in and obediently going to train, Kong Tengyu wasn't the type to overthink things like He Qian.
The actual time he took to leave was about the same as she had estimated. Only by lunchtime, Kong Tengyu was blocking her doorway again, seriously expressing his thoughts.
