In a room, the younger sister Song Yutong, who was working on her winter vacation homework, saw her elder sister's beaming expression, put down the ballpoint pen in her hand, and teasingly asked, "Sis, what makes you so happy? Are you texting with your boyfriend?"
"Don't talk nonsense, it's my boss!"
Song Yuwei said with a smile.
"Your boss?"
Song Yutong frowned, imagining a middle-aged, greasy man with a slicked-back hairstyle, dressed in designer suits and shoes, with a potbelly.
"Stop it, our boss isn't like what you're thinking!"
Song Yuwei could tell at a glance that her younger sister's mind had wandered: "You know the Xiangjiang star Huang Zongze, the bad-boy handsome type? Our boss looks a lot like him, and he's even younger, still a college student, only in his sophomore year!"
"No way?"
Song Yutong was shocked, "Sis, you left the car trade shop to follow a young guy?"
