At the celebration party that night, he drank a little too much. In the Rolls-Royce on the way back, he looked at Su Wan beside him who was as quiet as a painting, and suddenly said: "What have you learned in the past three months?"
Su Wan turned her head, and the light outside the car window passed over her beautiful side face.
"Learned a lot." Her voice was very soft.
Gu Yehan smiled, a smile with a hint of pity that a person in a superior position would understand. He leaned forward, his fingers gently brushing the tips of her slightly curly hair, and his breath brushed the shell of her ears.
"The first lesson in the workplace," his voice was as low as a cello, but with an undeniable cruelty, "All gifts have already been marked in secret."
He looked at her suddenly contracted pupils, waiting for her to panic, flinch, or cry.
But she didn't.
