Lazy legs crossed, one hand propping himself up on the desk.
"How can you look so leisurely and say, 'I'm very busy right now.'"
Ji Weitian: "???"
Where did he look busy? His posture looked more like he was on a beach vacation. How could he have the nerve to say he was busy?
Ji Weitian stood frozen for a few seconds, then, as if she sniffed out something different, she walked back with the documents.
Standing in front of him, she seriously sized up the man before her, confirmed that he was doing it on purpose, rolled her tongue against her cheek, and kicked his shoe with her foot.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
Day by day, either morbidly sensitive or just sulking—it would be easy to mistake him for a baby.
Even Xiao Ruirui wasn't as fussy as him.
Was he really upset just because she ignored him a moment ago?
Ji Weitian noticed that he glanced up at her, didn't make a sound, and seemed dissatisfied with her attitude.
