"I made you laugh, Li Changhe," the head of the military industry department said with a smile from inside the vehicle, "Ye Yi always does some childish things. Please don't take it to heart; it easily infuriates you."
This was to tell Li Changhe not to mind Ye Yi's provocation.
Li Changhe naturally didn't care about Ye Yi. After all, he was a high-level figure in the giant city. Such petty matters were trivial.
And Qiu Wentian, who was beside him, joked, "Your charm is pretty big. Why are you still a leftover woman at such an age?"
"Is my charm really that great? I don't feel it at all. It attracts nothing but idiots. It's useless," the military industry head responded indifferently. "The person I like has never expressed any feelings towards me."
Li Changhe detected a hint of wistfulness and regret in the military industry head's tone.