Pei Muchan fell silent for a moment, then looked away.
"No."
Xu Qingyan didn't argue with her about whether she was angry or not; it wasn't important. He had never been in a relationship either. During his university days, those around him were either fawning sycophants or notorious players.
There was a clear dichotomy, with the wolves and the dogs all in one pack.
Of course, he strategically despised the fawning sycophants, and tactically studied the notorious players—not to learn their limitless philandering, but to learn some skills.
"Time really flies, huh? Half a year has gone by in the blink of an eye." He leaned against the edge of Pei Muchan's desk, "You used to ignore me, and now you can even get angry with me."
"When have I ever ignored you?" Pei Muchan looked up, frowning slightly.
"Alright, my bad." The corners of Xu Qingyan's mouth rose in an arc as he moved a computer chair from the opposite side over to her, "The bracelet... shall I help you put it on?"