Zhang Rui was taken aback. "No, what's up?"
An Ning's expression turned cold. "If you have nothing to say to me, I have something to tell you."
"What? What's wrong?" Zhang Rui gradually felt uneasy.
An Ning narrowed her eyes, becoming even colder. "I'm giving you one more chance. Do you want to tell me yourself?"
Zhang Rui stubbornly replied, "No!"
"President Yu, senior, could you please step out for a moment? I have something to discuss with Zhang Rui privately." After thinking it over, An Ning decided to give Zhang Rui a bit of dignity.
Yu Jingchen walked out, and the club president nodded and temporarily left.
The reception room quieted down.
Zhang Rui was particularly unsettled. "An Ning, shouldn't we talk about this back at school? Using the company's reception room isn't very convenient."
