"It seems Miss Wen prefers to have the last word, and if that's the case, no further discussion is needed. There's the door, no need to send you off." Feimo picked up a pen, casually grabbed a document, and focused on his work without glancing at Wen Nuan again.
Wen Nuan stood frozen, unable to believe he could turn so cold so quickly.
For a long while, he did not look up, nor did she leave.
Wen Nuan stood beside him, closed her eyes, and on reopening them, she appeared calm; her fear was masked by a smile. She started unbuttoning her shirt, one button, then another...
Suddenly, Feimo's pen paused, and he reached out to stop her hand, "Enough!"
Wen Nuan felt no relief.
Feimo's thoughts were not easily discerned, and who knew what he was going to do next.
She waited quietly.
Feimo handed her his phone, commanding, "Enter your number!"
