Su Wenyan walked into the office, picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table, and drank it, completely unbothered by Xia Xiaomin's gaze.
After all these years, wouldn't Su Wenyan know the boss's temperament by now?
As long as the job gets done, let alone drinking a cup of tea brewed by the boss himself, as long as it's not too much, the boss usually won't say anything.
"You just drank the water I used to wash the tea leaves."
"Hmm... there's a lot of dust in it."
Growing up in the countryside, Mo Jingchun knew that from picking to packaging, tea leaves collect a lot of dust throughout the process.
It's just that people usually don't notice.
Su Wenyan froze.
But the water in the cup had already been gulped down into her stomach.
By now, it was probably already in her stomach.
Boss, next time, could you say it a bit quicker?
Mo Jingchun turned a blind eye to Su Wenyan's resentful little eyes.
He took a gentle sip of the green tea he brewed himself, hmm, tastes good.
