"Mr. Ye has decided to provide financial support to the children of the Beijing Institute, which is good for publicity."
Tang Yu saw Xiao Yu flipping through a folder and studying the information on it, which made her heart nearly stop. The next second, she reached out eagerly with her hand, "This isn't... Oh no!"
Her hand knocked over the coffee cup, spilling coffee on the documents.
Xiao Yu was too late to stop it; the documents were dripping with coffee. He wiped them with tissue paper, and although the text was still legible, how could he present documents reeking of coffee to Mr. Ye!
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Tang Yu was frightened and hurriedly apologized.
"It's nothing, it's okay."
"The text is still readable. Should I go and make another photocopy?" Tang Yu suggested. "Otherwise, if Mr. Ye finds out, I'll be in trouble again."
Xiao Yu, not suspecting her, simply said, "Fine."
