"Don't ignore such a poor person. It's a waste of our time to say one more word to him. You can make me a cup of ginseng tea as soon as possible."

Mino stared at Zhao Bin involuntarily, looked at the assistant beside him, and then walked on his chair and began to close his eyes.

"Mino, you've had a good temper in Korea in the past two years. The company has given you so many resources, so you can live like this?"

Yang Lele finally opened his mouth, without any anger in his eyes, but with a trace of disappointment and an elder tone in his voice.

"Hey, I...