"Can you guys come back with me now?" Murong Yue's voice was quite gentle.
"Go back, go where?" The women played dumb, pretending not to understand. Most likely, this woman had been scolded by the CEO. But asking them to go back? Not a chance. A wise horse never returns to the grazing field of its past.
"Of course, it's back to Qingcheng International!"
"Have you ever seen an iron tree bloom? Cut it out..." The women disdainfully spat out.
"What exactly do you all want?" Murong Yue said coldly. If these women didn't go back today, she'd be out of a job.
"Don't act like a manager here. This isn't Qingcheng International. With your attitude, I feel like slapping you every second!" Lin Xin shouted coquettishly, "Let's go!"
"You... can't leave!" Murong Yue grabbed Lin Xin's clothes.
"Let go!" Lin Xin looked at the hand grabbing her clothes, saying coldly, "Even you have a day when you need to ask us for something. Fine, I'll give you a chance—slap yourself twice..."
