Jing Shu took another look at Liu. He handled finances and was a young man in his twenties, looking gentle and quiet. From the way he was ready to make a phone call the moment he was scolded, it was evident that this young man had his own opinions.
"Promising," Jing Shu commented nonchalantly as she sipped her coffee, then lightly furrowed her brows. This was the Nestle coffee that used to cost one coin a packet, a bit astringent in taste.
To be honest, it couldn't compare to the top-notch coffee she had brought from the United States, but to find coffee at all these days was a rarity. Since things had become so exaggerated, Jing Shu didn't want to force her taste buds, so she silently took out a packet of milk and squeezed it into her coffee. With milk added, the flavor became much richer and aromatic.
Liu silently gave Jing Shu a thumbs-up. Look at that, truly fitting for a factory manager—awesome, he thought, impressed.
"Holy shit."
"Awesome."
"Such class."
