Before entering Zhao Jingnan's office, Song Qinghuan rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache about what she might encounter next.
Surprisingly, Zhao Jingnan didn't lose his temper. Instead, he simply glared at her coldly, making no effort to hide his disdain. "I don't know who you are or why you're here. If it were up to me, you wouldn't be working at my company at all. But since you are here, and in my department, you should obey the company's rules. The way you're causing trouble, your time here won't last long. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and apologized with grace, "I'm sorry, manager."
Zhao Jingnan sighed, "Last time you offended the PR department, it was mostly their fault so I let it go. This time however, it's all on you."
Song Qinghuan instinctively defended herself, "I was just trying to help, I didn't do anything wrong."
