"Hello, Lingling? Are you still listening?" Sun Rong's voice raised a little.
Yao Lingling's lips moved, her voice dry as she said, "President Sun, I understand."
"Hmm, that's it then, nothing else, bye."
The call ended.
Yao Lingling stood there in a daze, looking at the woman in front of her, her voice hoarse as she said, "It's your doing."
Wen Qiuyue slightly raised her chin, a cold smile curled on her lips as she whispered, "I just wanted you to cough up what you stole. You really think you could stay comfortably at Shangya after offending me? And that assistant, whatever her name was, who dared to lecture me, hehe."
On Sunday at the completion, her face was already lost, and she was publicly humiliated by Lin Muxue, bottling up a belly full of anger, which she had to vent out.
She couldn't retaliate against Lin Muxue right now, nor did she have a good way to do so.
So she decided to take it out on Yao Lingling, the little designer.
