"What is this..."
Ol' Zhou was rather perplexed at the sight of Lin Yuan carrying a tea box back to his office after work.
"Tea."
Lin Yuan said.
Ol' Zhou laughed, "Did you go out and buy tea for me? It's no big deal that I asked everyone to drink up my tea, I'm not so stingy."
"Here you go."
Lin Yuan put the tea in the drawer.
Ol' Zhou nonchalantly said, "Consider it in my keeping. You can brew yourself a cup whenever you want, no need to stand on ceremony with me."
"Sure."
It was only after Lin Yuan put down the tea that he left. As he passed a rest area, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in front of him.
The voice of Sun Yaohuo.
At this moment, Sun Yaohuo was surrounded by a group of young singers from the company. Their eyes were filled with admiration and envy for Sun Yaohuo, a look that was similar to the way the members of the art club looked at Lin Yuan.
Sun Yaohuo was showing off.
