When Gu Ming brought in the coffee, Chu Xi had already left with the people from IF, striding boldly away.
"Oh, Mr. Li, where are Miss Chu and the others?" He walked into the office carrying the coffee, unsure of where to place it.
"They've left." Li Shengxiao's thin lips touched slightly as he pulled out a small bottle of disinfectant from the drawer and sprayed it on his hands, vigorously rubbing them with a handkerchief. His skin was the color of ivory, exceptionally pale amongst ordinary people; using even a slight force turned his skin red, yet he acted as if he didn't notice, sprayed more disinfectant, and continued to torment his hands.
With the coffee in hand, Gu Ming was uncertain whether to set it down or not, "Then the coffee..."
The man, busy fighting with his own left hand, didn't look up, "Take it out and throw it away."
Gu Ming, "..."
Alright, what the BOSS says, goes. If the BOSS says to throw it, he couldn't possibly not throw it.