Song Shiyu looked nervous as he asked carefully, "President, last night, you and Young Madam…"
Gu Zheng smiled. "Right, you were the one who gave her that nightwear."
Seeing the man's smile, Song Shiyu felt his hair stand on end. He said in fear, "President, I did it for your own good. On the account that I'm loyal to you, please forgive me this time…"
"You have good taste. I won't deduct your salary anymore." Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow with a smile in his eyes.
Song Shiyu: "…"
Not deduct his salary? It seemed like the president was very satisfied with his gifts.
Hearing this, Song Shiyu immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He immediately said excitedly, "President, it's good that you like it, but it's useless even if you do. Young Madam is very dissatisfied with your skills. What a pity about the nightwear I gifted!"
…
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
Gu Zheng's eyes were filled with danger.