Sheng Tingyuan's voice was indifferent, "Thanks for the compliment, President Ye, although it doesn't quite sound like you're praising someone."
Ye Chuyi couldn't help but laugh when he kept calling her President Ye.
She indeed liked it when her subordinates called her President Ye, because it gave her a sense of control, a feeling of becoming powerful, but Sheng Tingyuan wasn't a subordinate, so it sounded odd when he said it.
After listening to her laugh for a bit, Sheng Tingyuan said, "Be careful and head home early."
"Okay, President Sheng."
Ye Chuyi ended the call and didn't reach out of the window anymore. She knew that her habit was bad, but she had never managed to break it.
When she got home, dinner was already laid out on the dining table, steaming and fragrant.
Indeed, all the dishes were new, such as beef with hot green peppers, abalone with jade-green vegetables, spinach and jellyfish rolls, and a golden pigeon soup, among others.
