Leng Lingxiao straightened his near-perfect tie with a serious face, then raised an eyebrow and responded, "Nonsense, I'm a perfect gentleman, day in and day out... Don't corrupt me."
Manager: "?"
Shen Yiming nearly spat out the oolong tea he had just sipped upon hearing this.
Seriously, good intentions seen as ungrateful?
Not wanting to look? Impossible, look at that absent-minded expression of yours... You're practically ready to rush over.
But Shen Yiming didn't argue; instead, he started fiddling mysteriously with his phone, as he knew his old buddy too well after years of friendship.
His assumption turned out to be right.
Soon enough, Leng Lingxiao grew impatient.
He glanced at the white suit and red bow tie that had just been delivered, imagining Tang Xiaowan trying on a wedding dress fiery as flames, and he couldn't help feeling restless.
Glancing at Shen Yiming, he saw he was still chatting!
