Disguise as a Boy?

"Cough…"

Yan Yi looked at his boss, sitting primly on the bed like a mild-mannered young man, and suddenly felt too tired to continue the conversation.

"If there is nothing important, Boss, you should really just say nothing at all."

He needed to maintain his image.

Yan Sinian smiled and lit another cigar. He took a few puffs and quickly lost interest.

After that, he fished out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and enjoyed it in bed.

"Back to the girl, she's Asian. As expected, Asians are more interesting than Eastern Europeans, be it their cigarettes, ladies, and other things."

He recalled Mo Ning's cold and distant face and felt renewed determination to win her heart.

He never failed to get what he wanted.

"You're dismissed."

"Sir."

…

Mo Ning was unaware of how invested Yan Sinian was with her, but she knew that she was in big trouble.