089 Non-Ink and Han Bi

e Middle East harboring resentment toward North America; these regions,常年征戰的地方，人們對所謂的軍事強國的霸淩行為更是恨之入骨。借刀殺人對他們來說毫無壓力。The current situation is tense, with a sense of war and black terror permeating the m...089 Non Ink and Han Bi 2

"Mr. President, Miss Han Bi asks if you have time to see her; she has a manuscript of a novel for you," his secretary Zhang Ling inquired. Ye Feimeng paused, then said, "Let her come in."

The door opened, and Han Bi entered with a small bag in hand, while her agent Linda remained outside.

"What do you want" he crossed his arms, leaning back against the leather chair. Even seated, there was an air of domineering arrogance that was unapproachable, causing the smile on Han Bi's face to subtly fade away.

"This is the signed poster I promised to Miss Wen." Han Bi walked over and put the small bag on his desk.

Ye Feimo pressed his lips together as he looked at her, "Miss Han, didn't Nuannuan say you were supposed to deliver it to the Ming Cheng Apartment Why did you bring it here"

Han Bi's heart skipped a beat. She had come to him today with joy in her heart, but hadn't expected him to be so cold towards her. Did he not want to make up

She stood before him rather awkwardly.

Ye Feimo's gaze seemed like the sharpest knife, dissecting her layer by layer.

He also appeared to be watching her make a fool of herself with a sense of satisfaction that was akin to revenge.

Han Bi had been in the entertainment industry for ten years and had seen all kinds of situations, yet she still felt at a loss when facing him.

"Feimo, you know this is just an excuse for me to see you. Why make things so awkward for me"

Yè Fēimò's eyes revealed no emotion, was he making her feel embarrassed

Han Bi, do you not know what embarrassment is

Back then, when he witnessed that scene, that was true humiliation.

"Miss Han wants to pursue me" Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows and asked seriously as if he couldn't understand Han Bi's feelings.jing doesn't like overly sensitive women, just as Han Bi used to be years ago—soft and weak, feeling wronged after a minor setback as if the whole world owed her something."You’re really something. Se...