The ride felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles until the car stopped at the Ye Mansion.
It was only after Tang Yu got out of the car that she realized how smoothly she could breathe the air.
Dinner at the Ye Mansion.
After the meal, Tang Yu transformed into Ye Sihan's personal assistant at night, brewing his coffee and organizing his documents.
Working next to this dangerous man, the overwhelming oppression was truly nerve-wracking.
Fearing that she might do something wrong and provoke him.
Just as she finished sorting the documents, she heard that command, which brooked no opposition, "Go take a bath."
Tang Yu's body stiffened as she looked over, meeting Ye Sihan's deep and sharp black eyes.
She instantly understood his dangerousness.
If it had been before, she would have gone to take a bath after a brief pause, waiting to be conquered.
But now she just stood there, hesitating and hesitating.
"Is there a problem?" Ye Sihan's face darkened.
