"Y-y-you... You're her boss! How is that possible?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" Su Yuhan sat back on the soft sofa, silently watching them lose their composure. "Do I need to have someone send over Yuan Xiangxiang's payroll records for the past year right now?"
Yuan Xiangxiang let out a cold laugh and chimed in, "That's right. Huanhuan is my boss. The house you were talking about? She's the one buying it. The car I drive belongs to the studio—or more accurately, it's Huanhuan's car. The studio is small, so I'm usually in charge of running errands and driving Huanhuan to work. That's why I'm usually the one driving, but it doesn't mean the car is mine."
Realizing things weren't going as they'd expected, the Yuans started to panic and blurted out without thinking, "You two are so close! What's hers is yours!"
