"Climbing the social ladder doesn't affect our production at all!" Wen Luoluo argued insistently.
Song Yi'an waved his hand. "I don't care. I said I don't agree, and I mean it."
Wen Luoluo was so frustrated she stomped her feet. This one wasn't satisfying, that one wasn't a good fit, and the only one who *was* a good fit, he felt was too calculating? What kind of logic was that?
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