The office was shrouded in a deathly silence.
An Lan glanced around, about to head towards the Translation Department Director's office. At that moment, Zhao Ziming suddenly rushed forward. Amid everyone's shock and incredulous gazes, he shouted.
"Director An, you can't just dismiss us like this! Clearly, clearly, it was Zhang Ya who wanted to train herself a bit, so she voluntarily helped us with our work."
He emphasized the word "voluntarily."
Voluntarily? An Lan sneered. Did this person think she was stupid? She turned her head and squinted at the man full of lies. The few people who were standing with Zhao Ziming collectively stepped back two steps, trying to distance themselves from him.
What a ridiculous excuse, and yet he managed to say it.
