As if he had read her mind, Bo Tingshen spoke indifferently, "If it tastes bad, you'll eat it all up."
Ye Xian: "..."
She was wrong, she was really wrong. Which wire in her brain had snapped, she couldn't fathom. She actually thought she could wring some benefits out of a famously ruthless businessman. Even her business genius of an older brother couldn't best him, let alone her, a mere small fry!
It was an outright submission.
However, for the likes of rich people like him, everything is just a fleeting fascination. He should get tired of it sooner or later, right?
Bo Tingshen peeled a bunch of shrimp and placed them in front of her. "Not eating?"
Ye Xian stubbornly turned her head away. The weasel pays a New Year's visit to the chicken with no good intentions; she won't become his slave for life after this meal, not in her wildest dreams!
"I won't eat, I'm already full. CEO, it's getting late, I should head back to rest sooner."
Ye Xian rose and left.
"Hmm."
