Xia Yuxun massaged her temples, which ached terribly, and decided to answer the call.
"Hello, Mr. Shen."
"Miss Nangong, did you receive the flowers I sent?"
"I did..."
"Did you like them?"
"I think no woman dislikes flowers, but Mr. Shen, you've sent too many," Xia Yuxun said jokingly.
"I'm glad you liked them," Shen Yao'an chuckled over the phone. "I knew you had your first day at work yesterday and there must have been a company dinner, so I didn't disturb you. How about tonight? Do you have time to have dinner together?"
The purpose of Shen Yao'an's call was nearly what Yuxun had expected.
While twirling her pen in hand, Yuxun thoughtfully said, "Mr. Shen, have you taken a liking to me?"
There was sudden silence on the other end of the line, probably because Shen Yao'an didn't expect her to be so direct.
