Poor Young Master Ming had to work hard in bed at night since Su Yue refused to let him off. Then in the day, he would have to crack his brain.
But the most depressing thing was that he was being criticized for not being 'hardworking' enough at night.
They swamped him with work the entire morning. During lunch, Ming Ansheng's secretary knocked before entering his office.
"President, what would you like for lunch?"
The secretary stood a distance away as he politely asked.
Ming Ansheng didn't lift his head at all. "You can decide."
"Alright." The secretary nodded and turned around.
An idea struck Ming Ansheng and he spoke, "Wait a minute…"
His secretary halted his footsteps and turned around with a smile. "President, is there anything else?"
Ming Ansheng looked at his secretary and cleared his throat. He coughed twice and pressed his lips together.
