"You dare." Su Qingyu said indignantly, placing her hands on Ye Shikai's neck and pretending to be angry, she shouted, "I'll strangle you."
"Ah, to murder one's own husband." Ye Shikai also feigned terror and quickly ran out, both of them laughing back to the office, only to run into the little secretary Zhuang Yan who was coming in.
"Pres... President Ye." Zhuang Yan blushed at the sight, seeming to have caught a glimpse of something she shouldn't have, hurriedly lowered her head and apologized repeatedly—this girl, she couldn't possibly think they were doing that sort of thing, right?
"You go ahead and leave." Su Qingyu, too, was flushed with embarrassment. This was the first time she had shown such coyness at the company; at home she was naturally at ease, but this was at the company, Su Qingyu's face flushed bright red.
"Alright, alright."
