He had started liking Lu Man more and more, and as his admiration increased it slowly turned into liking.
It was just that because of their previous misunderstanding, it would be difficult for Lu Man to accept him that easy.
Moreover, their relationship was one of superior and subordinate.
Wu Lize pinched at the place between his eyebrows, his head aching, he then stood up and walked out of his office cabin.
Lu Man was planning on calling takeaway, but just when she took up her phone to make a call, Han Zhuoli called her; it seemed as if he had telepathy with Lu Man.
Lu Man criticized him in her heart, although Han Zhouli had said that he would wait for her to decide, he was not even giving her a chance to calmly consider and was continuously using different ways to remind her of his existence. So how could she properly think about it?
"Young Master Han?" Lu Man picked up the phone.
