"Alright, sorry, I misspoke. Mr. Yan is handsome, dashing, elegant, and distinguished, not 'pretty'!"
Zhu Qianying was a woman who understood the times well. Before Mr. Yan could lose his temper, she quickly corrected herself.
Mr. Yan shot her a glance, got up, pushed his chair back, and walked out of the dining room.
Zhu Qianying quickly got up too, washed her hands, and obediently waited at the staircase for Mr. Yan to descend.
A few minutes later, Mr. Yan came downstairs dressed in trousers and a shirt, an overcoat draped over his arm. As Zhu Qianying had predicted, he was holding a tie in his hand.
"Mr. Yan, let me!" Zhu Qianying quickly took the tie from his hand.
Mr. Yan looked a little surprised. "I thought you didn't know how?"
Zhu Qianying nodded, "I didn't know before, but I learned, so now I do!"
Mr. Yan eyed her skeptically, seemingly not believing that she could learn to tie a tie in such a short time.
"Really?"
