"Boss, boss… I want to work for you. I like the company—it's like my family, and everyone loves it," Ji Mianmian panically said, "My respect for you and the company burns brighter than the sun outside. Please believe me…"
The corners of Yue Tingfeng's mouth twitched. Was this little assistant of Yan Qingsi's involved in standup comedy before?
He cleared his throat. "Since you feel that way, then show your sincerity to your boss."
"Sin – sincere – ly. I – I am truly sincere," Ji Mianmian forced herself to say. "My flesh and bone were made to serve the Yue Clan Financial Group. For the company, I will – devote every fiber of my being! I will, I will…"
Ji Mianmian trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say.
Yue Tingfeng glanced over her and tapped his wristwatch.
