Rong Zhi roughly recognized the woman speaking from behind; she was the one who had previously questioned her merit and capability.
She stopped at the doorway without entering, expressionless, listening to the gossip about her inside.
From doubting her abilities to accusing Ying Cenchuan of favoritism.
Casually pressing her finger joints until they cracked, Rong Zhi lifted her eyes, turned on her heel.
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In the office, Ying Cenchuan was discussing next month's sales plans with the sales director.
McFerson was also releasing new products next month, coincidentally on the same day, clearly intentional.
"Revise this plan again, Midnight God, draft the proposal towards the divine angle."
Ying Cenchuan tapped the folder.
Sales director: "Alright, I'll take it down for modification."
Ying Cenchuan responded, and soon there was a knock on the door; he called out, "Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and a young man walked in slowly.
