The cold gaze suddenly lifted the eyelids.
Noticing that the person in front was Jing Yiren, Lu Ming's expression immediately softened, then, as if suddenly remembering something, his face turned cold again.
He reminded, "Print out this document again. Make another cup of coffee. This month... deduct one hundred yuan from your salary!"
"..." It was the first day at work and already a mishap.
Jing Yiren was not upset, Lu Ming's clear separation of personal and professional matters made her rely not at all on him.
"Yes, bo... boss!" Jing Yiren almost forgot, painstakingly changing the word "public" to "boss."
Jing Yiren cleaned up the table, took the wet document, and walked out with the coffee.
Lu Ming watched Jing Yiren's retreating figure, a playful smile on his lips.
She was certainly earnest.
Jing Yiren thought about Lu Ming asking her to reprint the document.
She knew a bit about computers. Liu Xiaodong had already sent the file for printing to Jing Yiren.
