Who is luring by pretending to yield?

  Anning International Group, Office of the President.

  Ye Fei Mo gazed coldly at the warmth that had come to him of its own accord. The woman was wearing a white shirt, jeans and a pair of canvas shoes, her long hair soft and flowing with a sense of elegance.

  She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had a warm and refreshing aura about her, like the girl next door. At this moment, she was standing quietly in front of him, saying, "Mr. Ye, are your words from yesterday still valid?"

  She stood nervously in front of him, her palms sweating.

  A long silence.

  He didn't speak, and the warmth was hard to bear. This situation was no different from her actively delivering it to his doorstep, but he didn't want it. She deeply understood Ye Fei Mo's words: "Wait for you to take the initiative to find me, I won't be so easy to talk to."

  Compared with before, he was indeed easier to talk to last night.

  When he was silent, within a radius of ten meters around him, there was an aura of terrifying pressure.

  "Miss Wen, are you playing hard to get?" Just as Wen Nuan was feeling embarrassed to the extreme, Ye Fei Mo finally spoke up, and with just one sentence, he turned Wen Nuan's accumulated courage into anger.

  As soon as she touched his profound and icy gaze, her anger seemed to meet ice, instantly cooling down. He watched the flames in the woman's eyes extinguish inch by inch.

  Lost its luster, as if for something, had to compromise.

  He sneered, it's all like this in the world, everyone has desires, if they can take a shortcut, no one wants to take the long way.

  "It's like letting go on purpose." Wen Wan Jing said calmly, with a sweet smile still on her face. Ye Fei Mo suddenly thought of his mother, who always smiled like this, no matter what she encountered, and never changed her expression, even when others were coldly ridiculing her.

  However, warmth is warmth.

  "Really childish tricks." Ye Fei Mo said disdainfully.

  A warmth rose to her head, and Ye Fei Mo was playing with the pen in his hand. The warmth felt even more embarrassed, but she couldn't leave. She had finally gathered the courage to walk into Anning International, how could she give up halfway?

  "Miss Wen, state your conditions."