Bowing his head, Shen Mosheng looked at her with gentle eyes and a slight smile. "That's everyone being too kind."
"But the atmosphere at your company really is great, which shows you manage it well."
"Yingying, are you complimenting me?"
"Doesn't it sound like it?"
"It does." Shen Mosheng's smile grew broader, "so I'm very happy."
"Aren't you supposed to be often complimented and used to it by now? Why are you always so happy every time I compliment you?"
"You're different."
Han Yingying teased him playfully, "Is it because I rarely compliment?"
"Because you are Yingying."
"Shen Mosheng, you seem to really like saying that sentence?"
"What sentence?"
"'Because you are Yingying.'" Han Yingying looked at him curiously, like a curious baby. "Does this sentence have any special meaning?"
"No."
"Then why do you always like to say it?"
"Because among millions of women, only you are Han Yingying."
Only you, even a casual phrase, sounds like a love talk.