Ye Anhao remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Mr. Ouyang, I look quite ordinary, and I have a bad temper. I'm afraid I won't be liked."
"Whether you are liked or not is not for you to decide," the man said, gazing deeply at her, his eyes burning.
Ye Anhao lowered her eyes to avoid Ouyang Che's gaze, making a last-ditch effort, "Actually, besides this, I can do other things for Mr. Ouyang, like cleaning the house or cooking."
"Those are tasks that hourly workers and cooks can do," the man replied indifferently.
Ye Anhao knew she probably couldn't escape; she took a deep breath and quietly asked, "Why me?"
She didn't think this man could like her because the way he looked at her was totally different from Ouyang Yifeng. Ouyang Yifeng's eyes were full of tenderness, whereas his eyes were nothing but coldness and ridicule.
Why her?
