On this day, Qu Zhi had overslept or had been woken up by a phone call.
When he picked up the phone, Qu Zhi was awake, but her voice was still asleep. "Who is this?"
"It's me, Manager. The factory is calling. It was the receptionist's voice." His voice was sweet and sounded nice, even over the phone.
"Oh, what did he say?" Qu Zhi rubbed her eyes.
She didn't care what the other party said. Lawyer Feng was confident, and so was she.
"They've apologized," the receptionist tried to hold back her laughter, her voice trembling. "They told me to tell you to return the call when you come to the company."
Qu Zhi knew that small factories had no confidence to begin with and could not afford to be tormented.
Now that he had received the summons, he knew the female manager was not to be trifled with. Didn't his tone become polite?
