"Am I too much of a bully?" Zheng Haoyu's cold gaze fell on her, "Miss Su, you're my wife, running a bath for me seems like it would be within your duties."
"But..."
"Run the bath." The cold voice brooked no argument.
"Huh." Su Nian glanced at him for a moment, exhaled deeply, suppressed the urge to throw a pillow in his face, and got out of bed to run his bath.
At the corner of his lips, Zheng Haoyu smirked, "Miss Su, what goes around comes around."
Su Nian adjusted the water temperature and filled the tub.
"Zheng Haoyu, you son of a bitch, just wait for me to find something on you...," Miss Su sneered ominously, "I'll squeeze the life out of you."
It's undeniable that these two had similar characteristics.
...
The next day, when Su Nian and Zheng Haoyu arrived at the company, they were surprised to find that a small room had been partitioned off in Zheng Haoyu's office.
