"Little girl, still not a hint of maturity at twenty-eight," Leng Chenxuan lifted his wrist, signaling that it was time for his sister to start work. "You are now forbidden from asking that question. It's 8:59; you have one minute to get ready."
Afterwards, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and sat down in the leather chair, his tone steady, "What's on the schedule for today? Start with a cup of coffee for me."
"Yes... alright, President," Su Lingyu secretly stuck out her tongue, dropped the teasing tone, and turned to make coffee for her brother. That was her big brother for you – decisive and firm, drawing clear lines between work and family matters.
