"Uh..." Shen Yizhi raised his eyebrow slightly in surprise, looking at him, "Aren't you dissatisfied with the one surnamed Rong?"
Mu Qinnian took a drag on his cigarette, frowned, and said, "What good does my dissatisfaction do? My silly sister is very satisfied."
Shen Yizhi chuckled, "But I've never met your sister. Why not take me to see her after work? Who knows, maybe she'll fall for my handsome and charming looks and won't want the one surnamed Rong?"
Mu Qinnian stared coldly at Shen Yizhi, "My sister might be interested in you?"
Shen Yizhi's mouth twitched fiercely, "What's wrong with me? I'm not tall, not handsome, not rich?"
"Compared to him, you really don't measure up!" Mu Qinnian wasn't afraid to hurt his old friend's pride, speaking bluntly.
Shen Yizhi clutched his chest, feeling as if he'd taken a ten-thousand-point hit!
The phone on the desk suddenly rang; it was Mu Qinnian's private phone.
