"If I say no, will you still cling on desperately?" His voice revealed no abnormality, but emotions surged in his eyes.
Zimei's expression stiffened momentarily but quickly recovered, laughing coquettishly, "I would! You've already called me thick-skinned, so of course, I need to keep proving I won't give up."
Ye Cheng frowned, a wave of frustration swelling within him.
It seemed like he was repeatedly rejecting her with cold words, but it merely emphasized how powerless he was against this woman—completely helpless.
"So what does it matter if I agree or not?" He sneered, suddenly standing up. "Let me repeat this: Don't try to monitor me anymore, and stop shadowing any of my artists. If you can't, we should never meet again."
"What if I can?" Zimei stood up as well, staring at him with intense, fervent eyes.
Ye Cheng hadn't expected her sudden rebuttal, pausing briefly before a mocking smile curved on his lips. "I know you too well. You can't do it."
