Zhao Lei sniffed the fragrance of the tea, his thoughts drifting away—
When will the next live broadcast be? Will the host sell that honey for 1000 yuan a portion? Can I buy this trial pack of tea leaves again? Give me another chance...
As ideas spun round and round in his head, the aroma of the tea leaves wafted gently through the air...
Just then, the leader suddenly came to his workstation, "Xiaozhao, take a look at this document and issue this invoice."
When the leader gave an order, Zhao Lei would carry it out diligently. He stared at the computer, busily operating it, while the other party seemed to be in urgent need of the document, now waiting right beside him.
Zhao Lei: ...
Observing the leader, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Until the leader asked, "Whose tea is in this disposable cup? Nobody drank the water inside, right?"
"No, no."
Zhao Lei responded subconsciously.
