Su Xiaoman, a cultural relic restorer with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, works part-time as a private translator for hundreds of ancestors. Her biggest wish in her life is that this group of "drama queens" who have lived for eighteen hundred years can shut up for a day, allowing her to fish in peace until she retires.
Until that day, the CEO of Lu University, who is said to be so cold that not even a blade of grass can grow, kicked open the door of her studio with a bronze jue covered in green and rust as if stepping on a BGM.
Lu Ran (eyes like daggers, voice low): "Su Xiaoman, give me a price. Cure it, and no one in Jiangcheng will dare to touch you in the future."
Before Su Xiaoman could be shocked by the tyrant's aura, the 2,000-year-old bronze prince in his hand turned on the microphone and stormed off: "Look! This grandson is practicing his eyes again there! For this "three points cool and four points careless" sideways glance, he twisted his neck in the mirror for half an hour before going out. Now he is in pain and wants to cramp, and he is holding it up with hairspray!"
Sister Bai Yuhan yawned and added a stab to the heart: "The skin is okay, but it's a pity that I haven't figured it out yet. I had to read the secret book at the door just now - "Introduction to the Speaking Skills of Domineering CEOs". Tsk, I'm still half-assed."
Tang Sancai's Ma Ge directly dumped the bomb-level news: "Xiao Man, don't believe him! This guy was so scared that he cowered in bed and called mom after watching a horror movie last night. I saw it with my own eyes, and the snot bubble is still hanging in his subconscious!"
Su Xiaoman stared at the handsome face in front of him that had "I'm about to be obsessed with you" written all over it, and fell into a long struggle with professional ethics. Mr. Lu, how about... Let's straighten our neck first? I'm afraid that if you keep your expression down any longer, Sir Alex will burst into laughter.
