When Zhou Nuo walked into the office with the takeaway box from Dongbao Garden, he saw such a scene.
Lu Haiqiao, who had a Bluetooth earpiece in her ear, sat on the soft sofa. Her legs were covered by a suit jacket, and there was a tablet on the coffee table in front of her.
She was probably talking on the phone. From time to time, she would say a few words. The smart capacitor stylus in her hand was writing and drawing on the tablet screen.
Then, he looked at Xie Xuan.
He was… he was…
Zhou Nuo's gaze swept across the bar counter and finally caught Xie Xuan's shadow.
He was pouring coffee with a serious expression on his face.
Zhou Nuo was speechless.
Those who didn't know better would think that the young lady on the sofa talking on the phone was the boss!
Forget it, this kind of thing might happen often in the future.
Zhou Nuo sighed and cleared her throat. "Brother Xuan…"
