"Sister, why not just photocopy for her? The Eighth Floor Supervisor is not someone you want to mess with." The round-faced, sweet girl couldn't help but lean in, whispering a reminder.
When she first entered the workforce, she was quite proud too, believing tasks that weren't hers shouldn't be done by her. She learned her lesson the hard way back then.
Now, seeing Sang Qiao behind her was like seeing her past self, which is why she wanted to help.
"Really? Well, I'm curious just how fearsome she can be," Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow.
"What are you mumbling about? Are you in cahoots with her?" The supervisor glanced over coldly.
The round-faced sweet girl immediately shut her mouth, returning to her original spot, not daring to make another sound.
Only then did the supervisor turn her gaze away from her, looking Sang Qiao up and down mockingly. Clearly, Sang Qiao's clothes weren't cheap.
