Li Xun hung up and found Dai Ying staring intently at him.
"President Dai, what's with that look? You're giving me the creeps!" Li Xun teased.
Dai Ying rolled her eyes. "So as long as a woman is beautiful—even if she's only a little pretty—you'll agree to anything she asks?"
"Of course not!" Li Xun protested. "I have principles too. It depends on just how beautiful she is!"
"Like who?"
Li Xun sized Dai Ying up. He kept looking until she began avoiding his gaze and her earlobes turned red. Then he stroked his chin and clicked his tongue. "At least as beautiful as you, President Dai! No less!"
Dai Ying's eyes darted away. "What do you mean, 'at least as beautiful as me'? And what do you mean, 'no less'?"
Li Xun grinned. "I mean, if you want me to agree to anything, you have to be at least as beautiful as President Dai. Any less, and I really can't say yes!"
Dai Ying snapped, "I knew you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Hurry up and figure out how to deal with your great beauty, Zheng. She's waiting eagerly to hear your masterpiece!"
Li Xun puffed out his chest. "It's just one song! I can come up with one off the top of my head. President Dai, bring me the paper and ink!"
Dai Ying gritted her teeth. "Have you gotten carried away? Is your head swelling? Do you really think there's nothing I can do to you?"
Li Xun immediately wilted. "I wouldn't dare put you to the trouble, President Dai. I'll get it myself!"
Carefully, Li Xun pulled a sheet of white paper from Dai Ying's desk, picked up a pen, and began to think.
"It has to fit the Spring Festival Gala, and it can't be