After a long silence in the car, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't go to that company anymore, just focus on your studies."
She didn't speak.
But in her heart, she resented his male chauvinism. He didn't know how long she had fought for this dream, how could she give up just because of his words?
Upon returning, as if to spite him, she didn't say a word to him, silently took a shower, and then lay down in bed.
Tang Shaosheng went over and picked up the cellphone on her bedside, "What's the password?"
She opened her eyes, glanced at him, traced the pattern on the phone he handed over, then turned around and pulled the blankets up high.
Tang Shaosheng saved his number in her phone and then made his own phone ring.
Half out of curiosity and half wanting to understand her better, after saving his number, he browsed through her cellphone.
He found it clean as a whistle—few calls, apparently with people from the company, and despite being so beautiful, not even a single selfie.
