Sure enough, Rong Qingqing knew it was because of something she said last night that upset Shen Jue, which is why he's messing with her today.
"So I've decided to let you get used to seeing this same old face of mine every day. What do you think?" Shen Jue asked.
This question is a bit dangerous.
Rong Qingqing pressed her lips together without speaking, her eyes darting around sneakily.
Seeing her so troubled and unsure of how to answer, Shen Jue chuckled in exasperation.
He reached out and pinched Rong Qingqing's cheek, "Did a dog swallow your textbook-like eloquence?"
"Saying something insincere to you isn't appropriate." Rong Qingqing slapped Shen Jue's hand away and got up from his lap, muttering, "We're in the office; you never know when someone might walk in, don't pull me."
"If insincere words sound nice, it's not entirely unacceptable," Shen Jue remarked, glancing at the now empty space beside him.
