"Good, you're not mad, so I'll hang up now."
Ou Jue's temple throbbed faintly.
He said he wasn't mad, and this idiot is seriously going to ignore him?!
"Don't hang up."
"Why? I'm about to go into class."
It's already evening in America, and Ou Jue is standing in the hallway outside the conference room.
Through massive transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of the entire city of Los Angeles stretches out before him.
At this moment, the city's stars twinkle brilliantly, and cars flow endlessly.
Ou Jue, clad in a black suit, stands tall and straight, like a King overseeing the world.
He has one hand in his pocket, and the deep glow in his eyes reflects the neon lights outside.
In the next second...
He lets out a cold huff, his thin lips opening slightly, "Spoil me."
"Huh?"
"Huh what? I said, spoil me."
Xiyan blinked innocently, "But... you said you weren't mad..."
"Are you going to spoil me or not?" His tone turned threatening.
