Gale took out a tissue and prepared to wipe it for him.

"Mr. Wood, it's just a small mistake." Aurum said, "Besides, Gale is a designer, so she shouldn't do this kind of thing."

Shawn sneered. "She's only fit to do this kind of thing!"

Gale bit her lip and squatted in front of him, wiping the tea on her trousers attentively, annoyed that she did not hold her hand steady just now.

Shawn's eyes were always on the top of her head. She raised her head to look at him and found that he glanced at her knee.

She understood.

Squatting was not enough.

She needed to kneel.

There was no way, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, and Gale could only do the same.

Aurum was startled. "This..."

"It's okay." Gale said, "I've disturbed the two of you, so I'll go make tea again."

Shawn said coldly, "It's a small matter, and you can't even get it done. Get out, don't come in again!"

"Yes, sir."

Anyway, his goal of humiliating her in front of Aurum had been achieved, and so he did not