Ling Siyao's weak eyes instantly squinted into a dangerous arc, as he turned slightly on the sofa, casting his pressure on Secretary Huang.
"Sir..." Secretary Huang wore a bitter expression.
He didn't say anything wrong.
Clearly, his method of chasing girls is low, yet he refuses to admit it.
"Shut up."
Ling Siyao glared at him and slowly closed his eyes to feign sleep.
Even knowing the coffee is bitter, even knowing the coffee has already cooled down, but still willing to drink it...
Forget it, forget it, why think about it so much.
Secretary Huang stood to the side, having painstakingly initiated this topic, unwilling to easily give up. After all, Mr. President is already thirty-two this year, and his romantic life is still blank.
Although it's said that the President's emotions are not something he can freely choose, as his personal secretary, he still needs to appropriately remind him.
