Mo Beichen raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, naturally understanding her implication. Yan Luoxi had Buhui act as a mediator, just to make sure he wouldn't refuse Buhui. Yan Luoxi was quite cunning in this regard.
Mo Beichen closed the project proposal without saying yes or no. He lifted his legs and rested them on a cushion, closing his eyes for a nap.
Buhui couldn't fathom his thoughts, "Mr. Mo, about the collaboration..."
Mo Beichen didn't open his eyes, "I'm having a headache right now, let's not discuss work for the moment. If you're not in a rush to leave, you can wander outside; the scenery here is nice."
Buhui bit her lip, knowing Mo Beichen intended to leave her hanging.
She said, "Alright, since Mr. Mo isn't feeling well, I won't disturb you further. I'll head back and await your good news."
Buhui stood up with her bag, but as she moved, she heard Mo Beichen's calm voice behind her, "Qianqian, since you're back, you should at least stay for dinner."
