When Ye Caitang heard Qin Ruohan's order, she hurriedly put down the half-finished yogurt and typed:
"Wow, Mr. Qin, you're so awesome. I haven't even said anything, but you already know what I'm thinking."
"It's like we're telepathic."
"Perfect match."
"Yes." Qin Ruohan suppressed the corners of his lips that were secretly curled up, and replied dispassionately and coldly.
It was a given that there was synchronized thinking between a married couple.
Qin Tian: "…"
Perfect match, my a*s! Shameless.
Even though Qin Tian wanted to point at Qin Ruohan's nose and scold him for being a fatuous ruler…
Qin Ruohan's orders were mandates to all his subordinates; there was no room for refutation.
When Qin Ruohan saw that Qin Tian only stepped on the brakes and did not turn around, he frowned and said coldly,
"What's going on?"