An Ning shivered secretly, thinking that this man's intimidation ability must shoot up to several thousand when he threatens someone.
Seeing her apprehension, Yu Jingchen's expression finally softened.
Picking up the soda set aside, he twisted it open with a 'tss.' "You're not thirsty, hurry and drink."
An Ning still wanted to say something. "President Yu..."
"Call me Jingchen." He glared at her again.
An Ning was very troubled. "I can't say that."
Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow, offering a compromise. "Then you can simply call me husband."
"That's even worse." An Ning burst out vehemently.
Yu Jingchen. "A good girl should be sensible."
An Ning was so angry she wanted to curse, but as the words reached her lips and she saw his expression, all the curses she had swallowed back down into her stomach.
Angry, she snatched the soda from his hand and guzzled it down.
Yu Jingchen watched her unwilling demeanor slowly break into a smile, looking pleased as punch.