"I don't touch a drop of alcohol," Chen Yansen replied with a smile.
Song Yuncheng almost laughed out loud. The lies that came out of Chen Yansen's mouth were 99.9% pure fiction. But he was her boss, after all, so she couldn't just call him out on it.
"Then just eat more food. I'll go get you some drinks." When her aunt heard he didn't drink, she was even more pleased.
During the meal, the aunt inevitably started asking about Chen Yansen's family situation.
She learned that he was from Chunshen and that his father owned a bookstore. 'Although he came from a single-parent family, my own niece is hardly in a position to be picky.'
"By the way, when you two came back, did you see who parked that car out front?" the aunt asked suddenly.
That BMW at the door wasn't blocking the road, but to park it right in front of her house without a word... wasn't that just bullying them?
"Aunt, that's my car," Chen Yansen said.
