Three minutes later, He Chen threw a computer in front of Yin Mo, snatched her wine glass away, and said, "Take the emotional intelligence test."
Yin Mo swiped the touchpad, scrolling to the last page, frowning, "Do I have to answer them all?"
A full one hundred and fifty questions...
He Chen silently tossed the bottle of Xuedangli into the trash can, grabbed another bottle of Bailey's Sweet Wine and placed it on the bar. He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Hurry up and do it."
Yin Mo glanced at him, pulled over a bar stool, and started seriously answering the questions.
Though unsure of He Chen's intentions, she was indeed curious about her own emotional intelligence EQ, as she had never tested it before.
Yin Mo confidently estimated her score would be between eighty and a hundred.
As time ticked away, He Chen patiently leaned against the bar waiting for her.
Maybe it was the poetic lighting around the bar, but he stared at Yin Mo, feeling a sense of timeless persistence.
