Qin Yang looked up at him, his eyes brimming with a smiling expression, "You felt it? How is it? I can do even better."
Lin Chuxia couldn't help but burst into laughter at his serious demeanor, "Just because I gave you a motorcycle?"
"Um, you've given me so many gifts, and it seems like there's nothing much I can give you in return, nothing I do is even one-tenth of what you've done for me, Xiaxia, will you despise me in the future?"
Lin Chuxia really couldn't hold back this time, nearly spraying out the noodles in her mouth.
Finally swallowing them down, she bent over the table, laughing uncontrollably.
Qin Yang's handsome face was serious and earnest, he truly harbored these thoughts.
His wife was beautiful and capable, and she even had money.
He had heard that after the market reform, some wealthy businessmen in the south had secretaries, commonly referred to as "Little Secretaries."
Male bosses had female secretaries, female bosses had male secretaries.
