Pei Yang's face burned with embarrassment. He felt like someone who kept clinging to another person without getting anything in return.
So this was how Feng Wanting treated "strangers."
But even so, how had he changed so quickly? He hadn't been like this just a few days ago. There hadn't even been a transition.
Pei Yang turned away numbly, deciding not to pester him anymore.
With a ding, the elevator descended. Feng Wanting slowly turned to look at the elevator doors Pei Yang had stepped through, and his icy expression instantly melted.
Only then did his heart begin to ache. There wasn't a trace of satisfaction at having gotten his revenge.
Why say things when he knew full well they would hurt the other person?
Feng Wanting stood in silence for a while, then walked on.
He no longer wanted to chase after a Pei Yang who wrapped himself tightly in thorns. He wanted Pei Yang to come running to him of his own accord, willing to lower his defenses in front of him and reveal his vulnerable side instead of putting on a brave face.
The process might be painful, but though the road was winding, the future was bright.
Pei Yang returned to the Exhibition Planning Department in a daze, knocked on Liao Yang's office door in a daze, then presented Liao Yang's employee badge to him with both hands, still in a daze. "Sorry, Supervisor Liao. I borrowed your badge without asking. It won't happen again."
Since Pei Yang was willing to shoulder the Exhibition Planning Department's heavy burden, Liao Yang couldn't bear to lose his temper with him. He patted his shoulder with kindly warmth and said, "Pei, it's fine. You did it for work. I understand, I understand. So, after going up to see Director