On the 18th floor…
The fashionable Mi Nuo was crying into the phone. "Executive Ji, what should I do! Ms. Zuo will be furious! It will look like we are toying with her! You are different! Ms. Zuo would not dare lose her temper at you. Please help me talk to her if you are free … Alright, thank you so much, Executive Ji, goodbye."
She held onto the phone tightly when the call ended, a look of knowing flashing in her eyes.
Outside meeting room 1858's door, Mi Nuo's assistant, Li Li, could hear Zuo Yiyi's haughty voice. "What's wrong with you, you pulled out a strand of my hair! Ouch!"
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Zuo." Zhang Tingting hurriedly apologized. That was indeed her fault.
Zuo Yiyi frowned and snorted coldly.
Zhang Tingting thought she was done for this time but was surprised that Zuo Yiyi complained no further.
