Li Qiyu's lips were almost bitten through, as she dodged that hand and turned to walk toward the water dispenser, taking a cup from the sterilization cabinet to pour tea. This was the VIP Medical Building, catering to the upper-class society, so the tea sets used to serve guests were all high-end, and the sofas were made of real leather.
She skillfully brewed the black tea and saw the figure sitting on the European-style sofa reflected off the water dispenser's shiny panel—Bo Yeyuan was leaning back there, seemingly exhausted, closing his eyes wearily.
Li Qiyu was momentarily distracted, the water overflowing without her noticing, scalding-hot drops spilling over her fingers...
She pressed the dispenser button to stop the flow, her hand was burnt red and stung fiercely.
When had she fallen so low as to fetch tea for someone, and still for Bo Feier, what right did she have to direct Li Qiyu, like some humble servant, to serve her!
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