"What? Lin Hai, how dare you, how dare you let President Ouyang pour tea for you!" Wang Dajun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face a mix of disbelief and explosive rage.
Such an incident was simply unacceptable to Wang Dajun.
In his eyes, Ouyang Xiaoya was his goddess, lofty and unblemished, emerging from the mud untainted, washed but not beguiling, only to be admired from afar and not to be trifled with.
Yet now, a guy he had originally looked down upon dared to let President Ouyang pour tea for him. Damn it!
Lin Hai had already taken the tea from Ouyang Xiaoya with a smile, and sipped lightly: "Tsk tsk, nice tea."
After speaking, he smiled and sat back down at the desk.
"Captain Wang, if there's something you want to say, just say it." Lin Hai asked nonchalantly.
Wang Dajun was already shaking uncontrollably with rage.
"Get off that chair immediately, that's not your place."
