Lin Qingya was pouring water for Zeng Rou at the water dispenser when Zeng Rou's words had barely faded, Lin Qingya's hand trembled, and a drop of boiling water splashed onto her hand, scalding her so that she let go, and the teacup fell to the ground.
"Didn't I hit the nail on the head?" Zeng Rou hurried over, looked at Lin Qingya's slightly reddened hand, then stared at her suspiciously and said.
"Stop talking nonsense; he's just an ordinary employee." Lin Qingya grabbed a new paper cup and poured water for Zeng Rou, deliberately changing the subject, "How could you be so careless? Luckily your phone was found, or what you would have done?"
As a good friend, Lin Qingya of course knew what was in Zeng Rou's phone.
Zeng Rou suddenly chuckled and stared at Lin Qingya's face, "Don't change the subject, Qingya, why do you get so nervous when I mention that Qin Hai? And your face turns red?"