"Boss, aren't you the same? Don't you like Qin Xue?" Li Zhao gave his boss a look before glancing at Qin Xue.
If Chu Molin and he were not separated by seats, Li Zhao would have liked to kick him. Is this how you treat your boss?
"Zhaozi, do you like Molin?" An Hao blurted out a shocking statement.
*snort* Qin Xue sprayed out the drink she had just taken before she could swallow it.
*cough cough cough* Xiao Qi was choked by the tea.
Chu Molin heard this and his face darkened like ink. He coldly stared at An Hao: "If you don't know how to speak, don't." After glaring at An Hao, his gaze turned icy cold and landed on Li Zhao.
"Um, Molin, I didn't mean it. Who asked you guys to keep making eye contact?" An Hao complained.
"An'an, I don't like the boss, I only like you. Just drink water and stop talking." Li Zhao was afraid that if An Hao kept talking, the boss would beat him up.
The boss wouldn't beat up An Hao, but he would beat him. Wasn't his life hard enough?
