The two are now in a strange and ambiguous situation, leaving much to the imagination.

"Master Fu... I..." Assistant Yin's chest ached from the impact, and he frowned as he looked at Fu Jue, who was pressing down on him.

"Hmm..." Fu Jue, who was also a little sore from the impact, raised his hand to support himself and slowly stood up.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to disturb my work?" The tone was displeased and unfriendly, with a hint of anger.

Receiving a warning look from Fu Jue, Assistant Yin shrank back in fear, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at him again, afraid of offending Fu Jue.

Don't be fooled by Master Fu's usual aloof, arrogant, and dignified demeanor. He knows that if you offend Master Fu, you'll be dealt with terribly!

"I'm here to deliver coffee, Mr. Fu. Didn't you just say you wanted a drink?" How unfair! When did Mr. Fu ever say not to bother him?

"Hmm? Was that my fault?" Fu Jue raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, his voice clear and cool yet very pleasant.

Deep, magnetic, and pleasant to the ear.

Drinking coffee was just his excuse. It was because Assistant Yin refused to leave, saying that as his assistant, she had to stay by his side to help with trivial work matters.

Anyone need Assistant Yin's help?

He wasn't really working, so he didn't need Assistant Yin's help.

wrong?

How could Master Fu do anything wrong!

Then... it can only be my fault...

Master Fu's words startled Assistant Yin, whose face instantly turned a shade paler.

"No, no! It's my fault! Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll never do it again! I'll go clean the toilets—"

After applying oil to the soles of his shoes, Assistant Yin quickly slipped away.

He's dead...

He's offended Master Fu, what should I do?