"I'm naturally here looking for Yiqin."
Qingqing's repeated mentions of Yiqin sounded extremely intimate. She surveyed the territory like the lady of the house, criticizing, "What's this arrangement? Miss Qin, can't you even do the most basic task of a secretary?"
Qin Mo's lips were pressed tightly together, "This is none of your concern, if you're waiting for President Chu, please go to the reception room."
As if she hadn't heard, Wen Qingqing picked up the cup of steaming coffee on the desk and took a small sip. Of course she knew it was Chu Yiqin's cup, but just one sip made her cannot help but feel secretly delighted.
But seeing Qin Mo standing to the side, she put on a serious face and scolded, "Yiqin doesn't like sweet coffee, don't you know that as his secretary?"
"Make another cup."
Wen Qingqing pushed the coffee cup towards Qin Mo, causing the coffee to spill out and stain Qin Mo's blouse.
"Oops, that was so careless of me."