Xing Fei stayed up late last night and worked overtime. This day she was very sleepy and wanted to drink some coffee to refresh herself. Not long ago, she was yawning and did not notice that there was someone in front of her. In the end, she accidentally bumped into him.
The coffee spilled directly on Fu Zhongtian's high-end custom-made suit. Xing Fei was shocked when she saw that it was Fu Zhongtian in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Manager Fu."
Xing Fei kept apologizing, afraid that Fu Zhongtian would fire her out of anger. Even if Fu Zhongtian was no longer the acting president, his position as the second-in-command of the Fu Corporation was still there.
Fu Zhongtian was a little unhappy that his own suit was spilled with coffee, but when he thought of the image he had created over the past few days, Fu Zhongtian could only wear a gentle smile on his face.
"It's nothing."
