Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows and gave her a frosty look. "Do I need to report to you when I come to work early?"
"Nope." Xuxu shook her head and got up hurriedly to receive the cup from Yan Rusheng. Then she proceeded to the office pantry.
Black coffee without sugar—the young master wasn't in a good mood today.
The thick black coffee looked bitter just by the smell of it.
Xuxu knocked on Yan Rusheng's office door.
He was sitting on the couch with his laptop, his attention focused on the screen.
"President Yan, your coffee is ready," Wen Xuxu announced softly, walking towards him with the coffee.
Yan Rusheng looked up the second he heard her voice. He promptly closed his laptop.
He looked nervous.
What's going on this with this guy today?
Xuxu sized up Yan Rusheng's expression. He didn't look very good, was he feeling sick?
