Gu Mengmeng's face flushed. "Whatever thoughts you are thinking now, they are all immoral transactions!"
Snakel nodded as if realization had dawned upon him. He said thoughtfully, "So cooking is an immoral transaction… so you intend to receive the salary of a 'special assistant' but are unwilling to do any work, is that it?"
"Cooking?" Gu Mengmeng was stunned.
Snakel nodded. "Otherwise, what did you think I wanted?"
Gu Mengmeng's face turned even redder. She really wished to just bash her head against the wall and die right then.
Who was he? The reputable CEO of MonSir! There are countless people out there who would die for the chance to have the slightest bit of contact with him. Just take a look at his dashing manner at S College—he just needed to hold open one arm and all the prettiest girls in school would instantly pounce onto him.
Would such a person need to stoop so low with her?!
Tsk, she had been thinking too much.