When Zhou Huaiyi ran to Liu Yang with a cup of coffee, her pale face had already turned as red as Guan Gong's, as if she were on the verge of a volcanic eruption.
She clutched her chest, trying to calm her racing heartbeat, panting heavily. Recalling Xiang Qichen's posture just now, she stomped her feet in embarrassment again, making such a fuss that Liu Yang looked at her curiously.
He held a microphone windscreen in his hand, putting it on while playfully poking her with the microphone pole, asking, "Zhou Huaiyi, did you get drunk on coffee?"
Zhou Huaiyi pouted and replied, "Yeah, drunk, I'm really drunk."
You see, some things Zhou Huaiyi might be okay saying herself, but if Mr. Xiang inadvertently found out, she'd be so embarrassed she'd want to disappear.
Zhou Huaiyi reached over to help him smooth the line, her tone suddenly softening, "Senior, can you not make me set up Xiang Qichen's wireless today?"
