The saying that corporate workhorses could never beat their bosses was demonstrated to the fullest by the staff member.
In the end, the staff member cautiously called Fu Yanci, while the director strained his ears to eavesdrop beside her.
She had expected him to coldly and mercilessly hang up. Instead, after a few seconds of silence, he agreed outright.
Staring blankly at her phone screen, she then looked at the director's expectant gaze and nodded mechanically, her eyes vacant. "He agreed."
The director said, "Great, your bonus chicken drumstick is guaranteed. While you're at it, put cameras in all four rooms tomorrow."
The staff member paid no attention to the director's words, still in a daze.
Was she hearing things? Or was she dreaming?
Why had the young heir suddenly become so easy to talk to?
If there had been a camera in the room, one glance might have told the staff member why.
At that moment, Fu Yanci was still holding his phone, crouching beside Chi An with a lovestruck look on his face as he quietly watched him sleep.
"Wifey, wifey, my wifey is still the prettiest."
"My darling sweetheart~ Everything about you is wonderful, except that sharp tongue, and you won't even let me kiss you, hug you, or lift you up high."
"So what if you're a man? I can lift you. Boohoo, I really want to lift my wifey up high."
After looking at Chi An's face for a while longer, Fu Yanci followed the instructions the staff member had sent him and started the livestream. Ignoring the comments, he casually set his phone on the bedside table, then went about his own business.
"Wifey won't be comfortable sleeping like this. I need to hurry and make the bed, then carry him over."
"How can