The assistants and the middle-aged lady behind them felt the relationship was unusual upon hearing those words.
They felt they shouldn't be present to listen to their bosses flirt; they should be out in the fields instead.
Sang Qiao was also stunned, that strange feeling emerged again, but then she remembered Si Chenli's righteous refusal of her suspicion earlier.
Her question was too direct, merely a tentative probe, "Could it be that you're only special to me?"
Upon hearing this, the movements in Si Chenli's hands paused slightly, and he chuckled lowly, "What do you think?"
"I think so." Sang Qiao nodded her head, her clear eyes not forgetting to glance up at his face in an attempt to discern something.
The man followed her lead, "Then it is so."
"Don't you have any thoughts of your own?" sang Qiao suddenly didn't know what to say next.
