C32 Brain Teasing

Xiao Hanye slightly raised his lips, "The type of person you're talking about is a laborer. What's a BOSS? A BOSS only needs to sit in the office and drink tea. That's what's called a BOSS."

Ann Qing pursed her lips. She didn't expect this person to be so good at pasting gold on her face.

Her gaze suddenly stopped at the rose behind the car seat. The flower was stuck in the back of the chair