Song Qinghuan felt a surge of annoyance and turned her small face away, "If you dare say it's not true, you're dead meat!"
Shi Yuhuan couldn't help but let out a chuckle and watched her puffing cheeks with interest, "Can I take your current attitude to mean that you've mentally prepared yourself to let everyone know about your identity?"
"What identity?" Song Qinghuan asked subconsciously.
"As my boss." Shi Yuhuan's smile deepened.
"Pff, whether I'm mentally prepared or not doesn't matter, what's important is you." Song Qinghuan's tone was sour, and she was clearly displeased.
Shi Yuhuan seemed to understand something and gently nodded his head.
The smile at the corner of his mouth grew deeper, but he didn't continue to delve into the topic. Instead, he pulled Song Qinghuan to sit down at the table and then opened the boxed meal she had brought, "You brought this."
