Qin Ruohan said: "Honey, are you playing dumb?"
"Or do you want to 'work overtime' tonight?"
Ye Caitang's ears burned. She pouted her red lips helplessly and replied:
"Fine, I'm thinking of you too."
Qin Ruohan curled his thin lips in satisfaction before pursing them into a straight line.
"Good girl."
The senior executive who was reporting the progress of his work saw Qin Ruohan's sudden charming smile and suddenly forgot where he left off.
Reflexively, he repeated everything.
He had thought that Qin Ruohan—who was focused on his cell phone—would not know that he had repeated himself.
Unexpectedly, Qin Ruohan suddenly reminded him coldly,
"You've already said this part. Next."
"Yes, Mr. Qin."
When the senior executive heard this, he wiped the sweat off his forehead in fear and reported with trepidation.
Qin Ruohan sent another message to Ye Caitang:
"Honey, let me ask you one more question."