Mr. Xu's call of "Boss" made An Youyou overjoyed, straightening his back unconsciously. He glanced at the milk and fruit basket he brought and hunched his back again.
The poor boss lacks confidence.
An Youyou could only sadly drink Liu'an Guapian tea.
Mr. Xu noticed all of An Youyou's little movements and smiled indulgently. Although An Youyou was his boss, to Mr. Xu, An Youyou seemed more like a child.
Who's to blame that the boss is still young while he has already become an old man?
No one spoke.
Seeing the atmosphere seemed a bit stale, Qin Huai quickly pulled out the Red Silk Cake. Qin Huai had been wrapping Red Silk Cakes all morning, they were getting cold, but had no technical improvement; they were packaged quite plainly, and the bow wasn't particularly pretty.
"Mr. Xu, I brought some new snacks for you, ones I just learned, learned after seeing Uncle Wang's memory," Qin Huai said.
