In Luo Yin's heart, she could afford to drink this cup of tea that he had personally made, but she still couldn't take away the share dividends from his hands.
Tao cen picked up the teacup and took a light sip. The biting-cold fragrance of the tea was still in her lips, but the tip of her tongue had already tasted its bitterness. This situation was slightly similar to her current situation.
She didn't like to drink tea. Compared to the endless aftertaste of tea, she preferred coffee, which was rich and mellow.
"I remember that the last time I had tea like this with you was more than seven years ago."
She put down the teacup and Luo Yin smiled.
Both of them knew the reason why Tao cen had come over this time.
Galaxy of the century Jiang SE's development was unstoppable. Tao cen was clearly lagging behind her.