Fu Yanshen was immersed in the words Gu Xiyan had just said when he sensed the coffee spilling toward him, and he immediately stood up to avoid it.
But it was too late, and most of the coffee spilled onto his trousers.
He stood there, looking down at his wet trousers, his brows immediately furrowing.
His obsession with cleanliness was acting up.
The spill was substantial, with not only the trousers wet but even the underwear soaked through.
The dampness clung disgustingly to his skin, making him wish he could strip off all his clothes right there.
"Sorry."
Just when Fu Yanshen, feeling uncomfortable all over, heard Gu Xiyan's voice, he remembered that there were other people in the office.
His attention was somewhat diverted to Gu Xiyan, and as he slightly lifted his eyes, he saw her raising her hand.
At her gesture, Fu Yanshen was so startled that he kept retreating backward.
He moved back so abruptly that the office chair clinging to his leg slid backward.