Gu Xiaoer listlessly let her head droop and buried it in the bedcovers, muttering, "Hey, I already know..."
Although that wasn't her original intention, it seemed she had caused that kind of result.
As if annoyed by Gu Xiaoer still not understanding the situation, Ai Le advised her, "He is the president, a high and mighty man; you need to show some deference. Think about it, Han Luoli rejected all other women because he likes you, but he's never short on female company, is he?"
Gu Xiaoer's heart tightened, yes, he was never short of admirers; how many women chased after him relentlessly?
"Lele, what should I do, I don't know how to coax him?"
Rolling her eyes, Ai Le instructed Gu Xiaoer in a very experienced tone, "Like this, you go and take the initiative to tell the president that you'll accompany him to the dance and be his female companion!"
"He's ignoring me..." The memory of that firmly shut, cold and hard door made her feel intimidated.
