The next moment, the group chat quickly boiled over.
Han Xiayang: Young Master Lin, I want to eat meat.
Lan Xinxixi: Want to eat meat +1.
Lan Luo: Want to eat meat +2.
Zhao Tianchen: Want to eat meat +3.
Lan Xinru: Want to eat meat +4.
..
"Then you guys choose the place and let me know." Throwing this sentence, Lin Mubai directly closed WeChat because he knew very well that the group chat would soon become unbearably noisy.
Meanwhile, thinking about something, he picked up his phone again and sent a private message to someone: "I wonder how you're managing to see WeChat so promptly during work hours, I'll dock your year-end bonus."
Afterward, he again exited WeChat in a pleasant mood.
Upon seeing this message, someone ground his teeth in anger, wishing he could just chew up his phone, then went to find someone for consolation: "Meng Meng, I've been docked my year-end bonus, boo hoo hoo."
But this message was destined to be ignored forever.
