Translator: 549690339
Downstairs.
Rong Yan found a quiet corner, had just placed her stuff on the coffee table in the rest area, and sent a ssage to Li Shengxiao. She prepared to find a seat and wait.
Who would have known that just as her bottom touched the sofa, that receptionist who took a disliking to her ca over again. Looking down at her, she said, “I’m sorry, miss, if it’s convenient for you, may I help dispose of the trash you’ve brought?”
Trash?
Rong Yan was startled for a mont before she realized what she was referring to.
The receptionist’s words were polite, but the scorn on her face was too obvious to try to hide, “I’m referring to that box you placed over there.”
She had thought, when this woman walked away, that she had so sense of sha. But who knew she would linger around here, truly irritating!
Rong Yan considered herself to have a good temperant, at the very least not soone who would get angry easily. Yet this receptionist was going too far, repeatedly making snide remarks at her. She had walked away to contact soone, and yet the other pursued her to cause trouble. With such people, she was no soft baby.
Rong Yan, with an indifferent expression, t the receptionist’s disdainful gaze, stood up, and calmly asked, “What’s your na?”
The receptionist didn’t expect this question and was stunned, then imdiately furrowed her brows and said unhappily, “Why do you want to know my na?”
What’s her na to her!
Rong Yan, poised, casually raised her hand, a touch of her red lips t the receptionist’s astonished face, “To report you.”
To report you!
First surprised, the receptionist then beca furiously embarrassed and stiffly said, “Report ? On what grounds? Who do you think you are? Haha, how amusing.”
Facing her inexplicably hostile and provocative attitude, Rong Yan remained calm throughout. She took out her phone and, in the face of the scoffing receptionist, snapped a photo of her na tag on her chest. Then without any change in expression, she said, “I am no one, and have never assud to be anyone. The question is, who do you think you are?”
Here, she was a visiting guest.
This was the first ti she had encountered such an arrogant receptionist. It was enough not to be notified, but the woman went so far as to try to dispose of the guest’s belongings, calling them trash.
The one with a confusion about their identity wasn’t her.
Understanding the implication in her words, the receptionist’s ticulously made-up face turned the color of liver, she reached out to grab Rong Yan’s phone, “I was kindly following company policy to dispose of your trash, please don’t make a scene here! Hand over the phone!”
Rong Yan dodged gracefully, avoiding her hand.
The receptionist grabbed at nothing and growled in frustration, “Miss, please don’t go too far!”
“There is surveillance here, and what just happened is clearly captured. We can wait for your boss to co, then see who’s being unreasonable.” Rong Yan held her hand up high, and the receptionist failed several tis to forcefully yank the phone from her grasp.
“Give the phone!” Initially, she disapproved of Rong Yan’s shabby appearance and her refusal to leave, intending to scoff her down a notch but didn’t expect to be outplayed by the woman she looked down upon, who had also captured her naplate.
“You won’t hand it over, huh!”
With so many people passing through the company entrance, who knows how many had seen her being made a fool by a poor-looking woman. She was both angered and anxious, and coupled with the fear of Rong Yan truly making a big deal out of the situation, in a fit of fury and on an impulse, she raised her hand to slap Rong Yan!
The slap was about to co down.
Suddenly, her wrist was firmly grasped from behind.
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