Then, HR manager Zhang Ying quickly walked in and placed a beautifully packaged meal on the coffee table in the lounge area.
"President Tang, enjoy it. Bye-bye." Zhang Ying gave a playful smile and bent down to leave the office.
He opened the thermal bag and took everything out one by one.
Besides the pork rib rice, there was also a 300ml bottle of little lime juice.
Tang Song stared blankly for a moment, picked up his phone, took a picture of the lime juice, and shared it with his first love.
He twisted off the cap and took a few gulps, "glug glug—".
The strong sourness stimulated his taste buds, offering a refreshing and mouth-watering sensation.
Then came a faint sweetness followed by a slight astringency.
It was much like his naive and pure youth.
"Ding-dong—" Her reply came as quickly as ever.
[Qingning: "What, seeing little lime juice makes you think of me again, doesn't it?"]
Tang Song thought for a moment and directly replied: "Yes, I miss you."
