C842 One Mouthful of Old Blood

The teahouse was very lively. The colleagues had gathered together and were mocking the intern in the department. The boy was so amused that his face was completely red, but he did not put down the stick in his hand. The red wool weaved between his fingers, as if he was knitting a scarf.

Sang Xiaoyu curiously walked over and asked, "Xiao Liu