On the second day after the Little Star product launch, Zhen Ker Shin rushed to work. With her head bowed, she went into the office and handed over an envelope. "Miss. Liang, I want to resign."
Liang Ying, who was sitting on the office chair, raised her head and looked at her for a few moments. Then, facing the few documents on the table, she said, "Take these documents to Mr. Ling and ask him to sign on them."
"Miss Liang!" Zhen Ker Shin stomped her foot. "I have no face to keep going, I actually can't even recognize my boss."
"Many people at the headquarters can't recognize our boss, what's the big deal, go ahead and start working."
"My case is different! Let's not mention about how many times I have met him before, I regarded him as Mr. Ling's personal assistant… I-I was so rude, he must have hated me, I… have no face to stay here." Zhen Ker Shin's eyes were red, feeling like she had made a grave mistake.
