In the president's office, I handed over the coffee. This cup of coffee was absolutely sugar-free, pure black coffee, so that everything was back to its original position, not to be extravagant.

"Tomorrow go to the old house, grandma wants to see you." Fu Zhimei said lightly,

took a sip of coffee, frowned, and drank the coffee made by Azhen for half a month. It was strange all the time. Now, after drinking the coffee made by the little woman, he finally realized that there was no sugar in the coffee. Since when did he become accustomed to drinking the coffee with square sugar?

"Okay, I see, Mr. Fu, I'll...