"Yunshu is still so clever." Mu Jingnan tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, calculating, "How about this, accompany me to dinner tonight, and I'll let you meet her."
"Just like that?"
"Only dinner with you and me."
Situ Yunshu: "..."
"What if I don't agree?" Clearly, he had set a trap, waiting for her to fall in.
She didn't believe that Mu Jingnan would be so easily dealt with—just a dinner would win him over.
"Yunshu, you're the one who wants to see her. If you don't want to, you can simply decline. Of course, I won't force you. You know, I won't force you or make you do anything you don't want to do." Mu Jingnan smiled slightly, confident that she would agree.
Ten seconds.
Fifteen seconds.
Neither of them spoke again; they could only hear each other's gentle breaths through the phone.
After nearly a minute, Situ Yunshu finally relented, "Okay, I agree."
