"Divine Doctor, I heard from my brother that our boss is a young woman, not much older than you. Are you friends with her? Is she about your age? You're so young; is my boss really that young too?"
Wen Xin looked up from her game, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, and responded indifferently to Yan Yu's question.
"Your brother was fooled, right? The friend you're talking about is no young girl. He's probably in his forties or fifties... bald, pot-bellied, greasy... Ugh, I can't even think about it without feeling disgusted."
As she spoke, Wen Xin's eyes filled with disdain, and Yan Yu couldn't help but start to feel disdain for her own boss.
"Enough, enough, don't say anymore. Don't shatter my illusions. I thought my boss was either a male god or a goddess. How could it be some greasy middle-aged uncle? I can't accept that at all!"
