Yuan Yung felt uncomfortable being stared at with a hint of prickle by the other person and asked with a smile as he put down the phone, "Teacher, what’s wrong?"
Back in college, her major course teacher had said that whenever you et soone more capable, you must respectfully call them "Teacher."
Yuan Yung had always rembered this saying, so whenever she saw soone who was esteed and had a special deanor, she would imdiately take on the look of a student, absolutely unashad to ask questions.
Director Zheng adjusted his glasses and said, "Did Mr. Huo previously ntion letting you join the Huo Family?"
"No!"
As soon as she answered, she realized sothing seed off, "Was that his call just now?"
"Mm—"
Yuan Yung imdiately stood up from her chair, extrely excited, and only rembered to bid farewell as she reached the door, "Thank you, Teacher, for clarifying, I’ll treat you to a al soday."
This phrase had almost beco her catchphrase, though she said it, she had never actually treated anyone, just simple and technically lackluster pleasantry.
She quietly went to the finance director’s office and hurriedly returned to the president’s office. Along the way, many people cast curious glances her way, but she couldn’t care less.
What company clarity?
It’s simply nonsense—
Her identity is his wife, soon to be an ex-wife, and he still wants her to work at his company?
What is he thinking?
Reaching the door of the president’s office, Yuan Yung didn’t care whether there was anyone inside, directly pushed the door open and went in, only to see the man wearing glasses, bent over the desk working. Hearing the sound, he looked up, "Coming in without knocking, you’re bold enough."
Yuan Yung walked straight up to him without a word, "What do you an?"
"I don’t understand." Huo Junting took off his glasses, put down the pen, leaned back on the back of the large chair behind him, folded his hands in front of him, staring at her with an extrely aggressive look, "Are you angry?"
Yuan Yung thought: At least he could see she was angry, so she might as well be straightforward.
"Why do you want to work at the Huo Family?"
"Because you’re looking for a job." Huo Junting’s answer was clear.
"Yes, I am indeed looking for a job." Yuan Yung stiffened her neck, as if arguing with him, "But I want to find it myself, not have you offer one. In terms of work, I have so confidence in myself, I don’t need Mr. Huo to go to such lengths."
Huo Junting hadn’t noticed before, the little girl who used to cry in front of him turned out to be so wild and bold. After a pause, he said, "In Hong Kong, there’s no better platform than the Huo Family."
"...Then I’ll go to another city, Qing City isn’t bad either! Previously, President Xiao had the intention to let work there, I can go there."
"Shut up!" Upon hearing her ntion another man, his temper flared up, even though he had a good relationship with that man, even though that man was already committed.
But he still extrely disliked it!
Yuan Yung was startled by his suddenly raised voice, "It’s your fault in the first place, having such an idea without my consent, and now you’re angry at ."
"How exactly am I angry at you?" Huo Junting was almost driven mad by her, "Even a kitten or puppy is more obedient than you, get out!"
With a stubborn mouth, Yuan Yung turned and left without saying a word, went back and threw her bag directly onto the coffee table in the living room, saw the juice on the table, and thought of drinking it—
Just then, Sister-in-law Zhang, having heard the noise, ca out and saw, "You can’t drink that, it’s too cold, I’ll get you a glass of milk."
"It’s fine, I’m thirsty now! Milk doesn’t quench thirst like this, don’t trouble yourself."
Sister-in-law Zhang saw the girl being disobedient and said, "The gentleman instructed, little girls shouldn’t eat cold things randomly, it’s bad for your health."
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