You can't really blame her.
You can't fault her for being too diligent and responsible at work, spending so much time scrubbing a small spot, can you?
The white, tender skin on her knees started to turn red.
Probably because she's been kneeling for a bit too long.
"Have a drink, take a break." Sun Dasheng handed her a bottle of water.
Huang Feifei stood up, wiped the sweat off her forehead, took the bottle, and said thank you before gulping it down.
She drank it all in one go.
"President Sun, you're really nice, thank you for your understanding." Huang Feifei thanked him again.
"No need to be so formal, have a seat." Sun Dasheng waved his hand.
Huang Feifei hesitated as she looked at the expensive sofa, "I'm dirty, I shouldn't get your sofa dirty."
"I said, sit!"
The man's words carried a tone that brooked no refusal.
Huang Feifei carefully sat down.
The man went back to playing with his phone.
Only then did she dare to cautiously take in the luxurious home.
