Shen Lang's delicate, long eyebrows arched slightly. She smiled slowly and said, "Aren't you going to ask why I'm calling, President Yun?"
"Not interested."
Actually, Shen Lang was quite surprised.
The man hadn't hung up on her immediately. Instead, he had answered her, all serious and full of disdain.
'Tsk. So repressed. Let's see how long he can keep that act up.'
Her red lips parted slightly, her pearly white teeth looking as if they were holding a small pearl. She smiled and said, "I'd like to... replace Wang Meng. What do you think, President Yun?"
Her tone was intoxicatingly tender, like a small hook gently scratching at his heart.
The minimalist luxury office, decorated in black and white, exuded an air of ascetic coldness.
The man's fair, slender fingers held the phone. His long lashes were slightly lowered, his gaze dark and unreadable.
'She's being coquettish.'
