Ye Anran looked up and saw Ye Rouxin, a flicker of disgust passing through her eyes.
She could never understand how she could share the same blood with such a woman.
But she felt fortunate that she had inherited her grandfather's and mother's kindness and integrity.
If she had inherited Ye Guoli's shamelessness, she dares not even imagine herself.
"Sister, Uncle Bo, you're back? How about I make you a cup of coffee? Uncle, what kind of coffee would you like? I brought several varieties, Blue Mountain coffee,
Musk Cat coffee, Mocha coffee, Santos coffee..."
Bo Jinyu glanced at her coolly, his eyes frosty, and with a slight parting of his thin lips, he uttered one word, "Dirty!"
After that, he took Ye Anran by the hand and went straight into the vice president's office.
Ye Rouxin stood there stunned, taking a long time to realize that Bo Jinyu was saying that what she brewed was dirty!
Her face turned white with anger, feeling humiliated, ashamed, and resentful.
