The door was pushed open, and Jing Yiren walked in holding a cup.
She walked slowly to Lu Ming's desk and placed the cup she was holding next to Lu Ming's computer.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she said softly, "Uncle! I apologize for my behavior earlier. This is a cappuccino that the servant just made. Drink it while it's still hot."
Jing Yiren stood straight with her small hands behind her back, intertwining, and a charming smile hung on her lips.
Lu Ming's gaze at the computer lightly shifted, his eyebrows raised slightly, and glanced at the cappuccino without a speck of froth, and was a little reddish.
"..." Is this supposed to be a cappuccino?
Is Jing Yiren the type of person who apologizes even when she hasn't done anything wrong?
Lu Ming continued to work, his fingers quickly tapping the keyboard, after a minute, he spoke indifferently, "I understand! You can go now!"
