Ye Weiwei's mouth twitched slightly as she said with a speechless expression, "Mr. Xiao, don't try to fool me. You want me to tie your tie effortlessly, you could just kneel down. What does holding my waist mean?"
At this moment, the usually cold-looking face of Xiao Jinghan was filled with sincerity, and his deep eyes twinkled with a harmless light, "Sorry, I was too forward. But I am a shareholder of this mall, and kneeling in front of the employees would damage my image as a shareholder. Miss Ye, you wouldn't want to see me laughed at by the other shareholders, right?"
"I certainly wouldn't want that," Ye Weiwei answered very honestly.
"Then, Miss Ye will have to bear with it and tie my tie in this way. If you feel wronged, after the tie is done, you can hold me back. Consider it my compensation to you." Xiao Jinghan's gaze remained extremely sincere, as if he was discussing a very serious matter.
Thus, the "sincere" Xiao Jinghan convinced Ye Weiwei.