"Secretary Lan, that's slander. Believe it or not, I'll sue you,"
Lu Tianxing, having heard Lan Xin's words, said irritably, "If you've got nothing to do, then work diligently. Otherwise, watch out—I might just fire you."
"Denial, keep denying. It turns out you can't judge a book by its cover, nor can you paint a tiger's bones. Assistant Lu, I'm seriously starting to suspect you're up to no good behind Mr. Bai's back."
"Up to no good my foot. Secretary Lan, you're always straying from the right path; you keep running all over the place. Instead of meddling in my business, why don't you devote yourself to your work and aim for a promotion and a raise?"
"You're the one not on the right path!"
Hearing what Lu Tianxing said, Lan Xin replied unhappily, "You think I'm happy about this? It was Mr. Bai who sent me to find you, telling me that if you're not busy, to hurry to the meeting room for a meeting."
