Bang!
Su Ziyan slammed the dining table forcefully, turning her little hand bright red, but even that failed to suppress her anger.
"Qin Yu, you scoundrel! Who did you say has filthy thoughts?"
Su Ziyan's chest heaved with rage.
She was wearing a low-cut evening gown, which was simply breathtaking.
Qin Yu was almost bleeding from his nose.
Qin Yu stared straight at Su Ziyan, giggling foolishly, "I'm filthy, I'm filthy, my thoughts are the filthiest. Honey, don't be mad, let's just move on to the next thing."
After taking several deep breaths to barely calm her fury, Su Ziyan said irritably, "I've prepared an identity for you. Remember, you're an MBA from Harvard University."
"Okay, got it."
Qin Yu didn't resist this identity since he did have a degree from Harvard University.
Moreover, this degree was much higher than a Master of Business Administration degree. Saying he was an MBA was almost an understatement.
"Can you speak English?"
