Su Fanxing's brain was working overtime, trying to figure out how she had provoked this man.
She finally remembered the morning.
"Because I turned down your invitation? But I had already arranged to meet someone else beforehand, that's why I declined."
Standing behind him, Su Fanxing rested her hands on his left side and lowered her head to explain to Lin Tianyu.
That icy face remained utterly unsoftened.
Su Fanxing's hands moved to his shoulders, massaging and kneading, "How about tomorrow then? You're free, right?"
The pair of soft, seemingly boneless hands on his shoulders had quietly dissipated much of Lin Tianyu's anger, but he still kept a stern face, "No time, have a meeting."
"We'll go whenever you're free, just say the word and I'll make time," Su Fanxing threw out the temptation.
At these words, Lin Tianyu's face turned cold in an instant, "Heh."
