I was in a bad mood. I grabbed the phone on the bedside table with my breath. The curse had already been brewed in my chest.
I waited to see the name displayed on the phone. , She was counselled in an instant, rubbed her eyes, answered the phone, "his."
"Go and check, why the personnel department refused to hire an interpreter."
"Huh?" Milton had hung up the phone before he knew what was going on.
He looked at his cell phone. It was in the middle of the night. Did he call for such a small thing?
Milton's face was almost distorted.
Isn't these disturbing dreams?
He also complained about himself but did not dare to neglect it.
The next day, Yu's mother got up and found Ana sleeping on the table. She couldn't understand the pile of papers she put in front of her, but she knew that it might be a matter of work, so she sighed, "Work is also don't work so hard, you won't sleep anymore."
