Bo Lifen was having a headache and pouring herself some hangover tea—until she quickly sneezed and coughed lightly.
Her friend and assistant manager looked at her and grinned lightly. "Someone must be thinking of you. Could it be the same person that caused you to drink too much last night?"
"Shut up, Daiyu. It's probably someone saying shit about me." Bo Lifen grumbled and sipped some of her tea. The taste and flavor was a little bitter, but she tolerated it.
"You know, it wasn't only Ning Bi who told me about you going to the bar with her—your brother also said he was worried about you coming home late."
"For the love—I'm nearly thirty years old and am at an age where my peers already have kids and a family! I don't think he's in the position to worry about me when he's supposed to be taking care of his milk tea business." Bo Lifen snapped before taking a deep breath.
