"Oh, what kind of cake do you like?" Bai Qiuling is a little big. If she was asked to sort out the papers, she could sort them out well. If she was asked to make cakes for her, she would be embarrassed.

"You can make what you like first, and maybe I'll change my taste too." Having left a word at night, he went to the conference room and started a long and boring financial meeting.

"It's a pervert. Is it true that every president of a company is such a pervert? Where do I know what he likes to eat? Bai Qiulingqi's nose is going to smoke, but she...