Slap!——
The food stuck in Tan Yulin's throat was swallowed as An Zhiyan's slap made stars dance before his eyes.
"An Zhiyan, are you trying to commit murder?!"
An Zhiyan glanced at him coldly without saying a word.
It was the scholarly and elegant An Zhihang who, with a smile, gently adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and gracefully twisted a soup spoon on the dining table into a corkscrew shape.
Tan Yulin shrank his neck and sheepishly glanced at the still-smiling An Zhihang.
"Cough! Boss went abroad suddenly last night for some matters, he might return tomorrow or the day after."
An Yiqing frowned slightly, somewhat worried.
"Is it something important? Why didn't he tell me?"
"It's not too serious, just a bit urgent. Boss also called me last minute yesterday night. He probably didn't want to disturb your sleep, so he didn't tell you. Xiao Qing, don't worry, the Boss would never engage in those greedy and insatiable deeds! I guarantee it with my character!"
