Chen Yang burst into laughter and couldn't help but tease, "President Zheng, may I know what your requirements are?"
"What are you thinking? Don't you already know?" Zheng Xiaoman said unkindly. "I used to think you were a pretty decent man, but I never expected you to be a bird of a feather with Wang Han."
"So you're saying I have designs on you?"
Zheng Xiaoman glared. "You can give up on that right now. I'm never going to agree!"
"Don't flatter yourself, President Zheng!" Chen Yang patted Zheng Xiaoman on the shoulder and strode away.
Zheng Xiaoman: "..."
Watching Chen Yang's retreating figure, she stood there, dumbfounded.
What does that guy mean? Don't flatter yourself? Does he mean I'm just full of myself and reading too much into it?
"Hmph..."
At this thought, Zheng Xiaoman suddenly let out a laugh. "Damn jerk, who do you think you are? I'm not interested in you! Telling others not to think too highly of themselves, why don't you take a good look at yourself?"
