"Isn't the new year a good enough occasion? You're still my boss after all. You should at least give me a chance to curry favor with you."
Lu Beichen held his wine glass and looked at what Lin Yi had bought.
"A carton of pure milk and a carton of cherries. These two things combined are not as valuable as the glass of white wine you just drank. Are you sure you're here to curry favor with me, your boss?" Lu Beichen said.
"This looks more like a slap in the face to me."
"You shouldn't think that way. A gift may be small, but its significance is great," Lin Yi said.
"Not that I'm criticizing you, you old comrade, but there's something wrong with your mind. It's very dangerous for you to go on like this."
Song Yuzhen couldn't help but laugh.
This kid was really naughty, just like his father back then.
"If I were five years younger, I'd definitely get up and beat you up."
