"If you're not an old man, what are you? Some young boy? Look at your face. Although there are no wrinkles, it's always as stiff as a steel plate. How could you be like 'Baobao'?"
Le Tong never intended to take revenge on President Ji for his previous cruelty and harshness. Yet inadvertently, she brought him immense suffering.
Ji Rui vigorously rubbed his steel-plate-like face as Le Tong described, and after wiping it, he tossed the towel into the basin with a bit of a huff.
"Le Tong, has anyone ever told you that you're quite annoying?"
Le Tong slightly curled her lips, picked up the basin, and shrugged nonchalantly, "Really? I'm not like money that everyone can like. But you definitely don't find me annoying because you've said more than once that you like me!"
Slowly getting used to this new relationship with Ji Rui, Le Tong spoke more freely, her mischievous side uncontrollably swelling when she saw President Ji's indignant and aggrieved expression.
