Chuzheng ignored his nonsensical ramblings, "Where's your assistant?"
"No assistant," Feng Wang suddenly huffed angrily.
As someone like Feng Wang, would Lan Ling not assign him an assistant?
Chuzheng didn't believe it for a second.
Chuzheng pulled out her phone.
"Who are you calling?" Feng Wang saw her movement and immediately interjected, "Don't call Lan Ling."
Chuzheng stopped, and her cold gaze swept over him, "Your assistant's number?"
"How would I remember an assistant's phone number?" Feng Wang pursed his lips, very haughty, "Just go, I don't need company."
Chuzheng: "..."
I do want to leave.
Bastard won't let me, though.
Today, I'm also trying to be a good person.
Chuzheng pulled out a chair and sat down.
Feng Wang glanced sideways at her, "Why aren't you leaving? Even if you stay, I won't give you another glance, so don't hope to covet my beauty!"
Crazy person!
You have beauty, and I don't?!
I'm better than you... alright, not as good-looking as you.