"Wen Ran, no wonder you and Mo Xiuchen are a match made in heaven, you really are...both have the same ruthlessness!"
Luo Haofeng exaggerated his hurt, Wen Ran looked gentle as always, but she really packed a punch when it came to criticisms, just like Mo Xiuchen.
From behind the office desk, Mo Xiuchen had a satisfied smirk.
"There's no need to be polite to you."
Luo Haofeng glared at him: "After Ah Mu left, all the work was dumped on me, and it's nearing the end of the year, I'm so busy that I don't even have time to eat or use the restroom, you still say I'm idle, do you really not feel ashamed?"
He had ignored Mo Xiuchen before, but now, it was time to settle old scores.
Mo Xiuchen wore an expression of indifference: "To those who can we ask much, go, work hard for another half month, then you can have your break."
"I call a strike!"
Luo Haofeng was unwilling, half a month, which implied that he won't have any weekends.
