When Secretary Su arrived driving the car, it seemed that Yu Yanshen had already stopped being in a rush.
He hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door, carefully attending to the "Yu Emperor" who rarely got angry, but when he did, the whole Yaocheng trembled.
"Mr. Yu, what happened, did you have an unpleasant meal?" He glanced at the porridge behind him, "It must have been that young master from the Song Family that upset you, rest assured, when I get back I'll buy a fake centipede from Taobao and put it in his backpack to scare him to death!"
Yu Yanshen got into the back seat, and upon hearing what he said, suddenly lifted his eyes and gave him a glance, "Are you a fucking idiot?"
"...How could such vulgar words come from your noble mouth, Mr. Yu!"
"Shut up."
Yu Yanshen furrowed his brows, feeling a severe headache.
Yao Qing rarely got angry, but when she truly did, calming her down was as difficult as securing a contract worth hundreds of millions.
