Mu Yichen also looked up but only gazed at the steaming cup of milk tea in her hand.
The next second—
"I don't need it, give it to Miss Qin. Besides, since you seem to have so much free time, why not make one for everyone?"
President Mu lowered his eyes, his reminder cold and indifferent.
Everyone...
Qin Mu's keen eyes quietly fell as doubt rose in her heart, yet she turned back to her work.
"This..."
Yang Qianxi looked somewhat troubled as she glanced at the milk tea in her hand and then turned to look at Qin Mu, her expression filled with disappointment and difficulty.
"I don't need it either, you drink it yourself!"
Qin Mu's indifferent reply came as she buried herself back in her work.
Yang Qianxi...
Holding the milk tea, it suddenly seemed to her like a hot potato, unsure of how to deal with it. Looking at how everyone was looking at her, she almost burst into tears of grievance.