"???"
Ye Xian stared at him, her head full of question marks, doubting her own ears, "CEO, what did you just say?"
"You heard me correctly."
Ye Xian: "..." Are you a three-year-old child? Need to be fed? Or are you missing arms and legs, unable to move on your own?
It was obviously deliberate, a grudge held in the heart, an opportunity to humiliate!
Bo Tingshen's gaze urged her toward the bowl of noodles.
Ye Xian clenched her fists in anger, then relaxed them. If this was the punishment... it could be accepted, after all.
She picked up the bowl and sat down beside the man.
But no matter how she sat, it felt awkward, from the left side to the right side, shifting back and forth, unable to find a comfortable position.
Bo Tingshen, seeing her hopping from side to side in front of him, asked, "Is the couch hot?"
Ye Xian: "No, it's not..."
She just felt it so awkward to feed such a big man. It was like a mother feeding a baby. Wasn't the CEO embarrassed at all?
