"...Yes." The receptionist said weakly.
An Yue said nothing and entered the office.
She also disliked Song An.
Dang Yang followed An Yue into her office and said seriously, "You must never show Song An a good face."
An Yue felt like laughing.
"When did I ever show Song An a good face?"
She never showed any warmth towards Song An.
But Song An seemed like the indestructible Xiaoqiang.
What can she do?
Can she really beat Song An to death?
Song An can't be overly offended now, but she can't accept his pursuit either.
It's really off-putting.
"You know... I might as well accept Song An's pursuit," An Yue suddenly said with a smile.
"What did you say?!!!!" Dang Yang's eyes widened like an ox's eyes in shock, gritting his teeth, "Say that again if you dare."
An Yue smiled happily, "Why are you angry? Even if I accepted Song An's pursuit, it wouldn't be because I like him."
