Chen Yiran squinted at Tianxin for a while, then teasingly said, "What, now that you've got me, you're not planning to cherish me anymore? Are you trying to sell me off?"
"Don't say it like that." Tianxin winked mischievously at Chen Yiran, "You make it sound like our relationship is a trade."
"Then why are you discussing my type with my secretary? Chen Yiran, eyes slightly narrowed, asked acutely at Tianxin.
"Hehe, it's a test for you." Tianxin said with a smug expression, "Once Sister Mei Ting knows what kind of girls you like, she'll surely tell all the girls in the company, and then when you go back to work next week, you'll see a bunch of girls that fit your type. But you still like me despite they are all your type, isn't that an exciting thought!"
Chen Yiran looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, suddenly realizing that with his IQ, he couldn't understand her logic.
