Serena's disguised confession was like a punch to cotton.
Ya Quan's reaction was too dull, like a block of wood without any reaction at all.
This made Serena a little disappointed, but at the same time, she became stubborn.
"Then don't work for now. I have something to tell you."
Serena leaned forward and looked at Ya Quan with even more fervent eyes.
"Please speak."
Ya Quan's right index finger casually hooked, picked up the black pen, and played with it carefully.
"I said I have ambitions for you!"
Serena's eyes were a little stubborn and looked very strong, but her hand that was originally on the table quietly put down.
The hands under the table were clenched into fists, and they grabbed their own hands nervously.
It was impossible for Ya Quan not to understand. He should know what she wanted to say, right?
"And then?"
Ya Quan's expression was still calm and steady.
Of course, he knew what Serena wanted to say.