Looking at He Yu's actions, Lin Fan had a puzzled face, what was this woman trying to pull?
"What's going on?" Wei Qingxue came out of the office, frowning.
He Yu said apologetically, "I asked Mr. Lin to make a cup of coffee for the president, he probably didn't hold it steady, and it fell to the ground. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have asked him to do this."
Huh?
Lin Fan thought he misheard; this blatant framing by He Yu.
At this time, Wei Zihan came in from outside, saw the mess on the floor, and scolded, "Lin Fan, what's wrong with you, can't even hold a cup of coffee, what are you staring at, clean it up, useless thing!"
Wei Qingxue was a bit speechless, "It's nothing, just clean it up."
Wei Zihan sneered, "President, you can't just protect him because he's your husband, look how expensive the carpet is, now it's dirty, he should compensate for it!"
