What the hell?!
When had he ever wanted Lu Mingyu?!
Slander! This was slander!!
All he wanted was money!
Song Shi'an took a step back, pulling his chin free as he tried to explain. "President Lu, you've misunderstood. Just now..."
"Assistant Song dislikes me?" Lu Mingyu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Song Shi'an had been by Lu Mingyu's side for far too long. He knew that whenever Lu Mingyu wore that expression, he was thinking about how to scheme against someone.
A chill ran down his spine.
He wanted to slap himself twice. Why had he run his mouth just now?!
"I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" A triple denial.
"Assistant Song has truly moved me. You don't want anything, only me." Lu Mingyu spoke with a smile.
Ahhh! Damn it! Who wants a grown-ass man like you?! I want money! I want money!! It's all that pig's fault!
What use are you?! I can't even command you or boss you around!
Song Shi'an was truly like a mute who had swallowed bitter herbs—he had grievances he could not voice.
He forced out a smile and made one last attempt. "President Lu, I think what I just said was a bit too audacious. How about we forget it?"
"I've always been a man of my word. Don't worry, I'll keep you company for the time being." Lu Mingyu lightly patted his back.
Song Shi'an: "..."
There was really no need.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, not a single word came out.
If he rejected him now, Lu Mingyu would definitely use that nonsense about him disliking him to shut him down again!
Song Shi'an was so worried his face was about to wrinkle up like a steamed bun.
The two got into the car, and Lu Mingyu