In this era where poverty is the only disease, similar incidents occur in all industries everywhere.
Some people even take pride in it rather than feeling ashamed.
Xu Jing surely isn't someone who cares about others' opinions, but this "others" doesn't include Pan Yang.
Xu Jing probably has feelings for Pan Yang. Being caught selling oneself for glory and scolded face-to-face, how could one remain calm?
"You're already fired."
Fired.
Just by this word, you could glimpse the fluctuations in her mood.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Pan Yang found it hard to believe, hard to accept. Rather than anger, it was a kind of regret.
The old man didn't speak, perhaps because Pan Yang and Xu Jing were communicating in Chinese, which he couldn't understand. He lifted his wrist to check his Lange Owl watch for the time.
"Minister, let's go."
Xu Jing took the initiative to grab the old man's hand, wanting to leave.
Indeed.
