"Chen Yansen, I finished my college entrance exams."
"Brother Jensen, are you coming back to Chunshen for the Dragon Boat Festival?"
"I finished knitting the gloves. I want to give them to you in person. Why are you ignoring me? I'm mad!"
Chen Yansen lay on the sofa, casually scrolling through the messages from Wang Ziyan.
It wasn't hard to see that her mood had gone from jubilant to full of anticipation, and then to pitifully aggrieved, all in the span of an hour.
Looks innocent, but she's a deep one.
President Chen had suffered at her hands in his last life, so he naturally wasn't willing to fall for it again in this one.
As the saying goes, a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. There was no need to step into the same trap twice.
Although with his current cunning and intelligence, he could completely dominate Wang Ziyan, Chen Yansen dismissed the thought of repeating his past mistakes every time he thought of Wang Zihao, Wang Zhanjun, and Wen Shumei.
