"Two cups, does it really take this long? If a coffee shop took this long to make a cup of coffee, it would've gone out of business by now!"
Qin Mu glanced at her, and although her voice wasn't loud, each word pierced Zhang Hongyun's heart like a knife.
"But I'm not a professional barista after all!"
Zhang Hongyun's voice was very low, but having rarely faced grievances growing up, she couldn't help but quietly retort.
Qin Mu knew, for her to humble herself this much, she was already making a big concession.
The malicious spouse she once saw in TV dramas, she was now playing that role herself, and with such ease.
Qin Mu chuckled, "Then put down the coffee and leave. But next time, don't say you're not a professional; such an excuse is really lame. Being able to make coffee should be the most basic skill for a professional secretary-assistant. If you can't, practice more at home!"
Don't put your mind where it doesn't belong.
"I understand!"
