After saying that, it was as if he had touched something nasty. Zhao Yifei patted his hands in disgust before he turned around and left the office. He acted like spending another minute with Zhao Youxi was unbearable torture to him.
With a bang, the office's door was closed just like that. Zhao Youxi recovered from the pain in her arm. She looked up at the closed office door. Other than tears, her slightly red eyes were full of intense spite and madness.
'Zhao Yifei, I won't forget any of the insults you gave me today. One day, I'll trample you underfoot. I'll make you understand the true meaning of being base-bred!'
On the other side, Zhao Yifei had just walked out of the office when he heard some noise in the distance. Before he could react, some murmurs entered his ears.
"Hey, did you guys hear? The president is going to bring a new general manager here today."
