Sheng An'ning walked toward Jiang Xuecheng. She stared at his handsome face quietly and took out an exquisite box from the bag.
Sheng An'ning smiled and she was charming like the spring breeze.
"Brother Xuecheng, I know you're always very busy, so I didn't choose an impractical gift. I bought you this handmade pen for you to sign documents with."
If this man were to use the pen she gave him every time he was at his desk, would he think of her occasionally?
Jiang Xuecheng received the box containing the pen. With a calm voice, just like the water in the pond without waves, he said, "I don't lack pens but thank you anyway."
When Jiang Xuecheng's deep voice entered her ears, there wasn't a surprise in his voice at all. Sheng An'ning was stupefied and grievance showed in her eyes.
