"..."
Meimei was still in a daze, suddenly hearing his words, she replied instinctively, "President."
"You called me President?" Dan Tingye stood up from the chair, walked around the desk, walked in front of her, looking down at her, "Say it again?"
"..."
It was obvious he was angry, his face even turned dark with rage. If she really called him that again, would he strangle her?
He wouldn't be that violent, right?
Meimei's big eyes twirled, and she spoke with a sweet smile, "Tingye, the porridge you made is really delicious. When did you learn to cook? I didn't even know, otherwise I'd have asked you to be my teacher."
Look at that flattery, she almost wanted to give herself a thumbs up!
"You want me to teach you to make shredded chicken porridge?" Dan Tingye curled his lips coldly, glancing at her flattering little face, "You've found the wrong person. The one you should ask is my mom."
