"I was just overwhelmed with anger; I didn't mean it."
He quickly corrected himself, "Alright, alright, Shen Zhou, I won't fire you, can I please beg you? Please go and treat Manager Liao's gastroenteritis, you need to get there within five minutes!"
"One minute has already passed, hurry up, hurry up!!"
Shen Zhou sat back down, "You told me not to leave, so I won't. But I admit it was my fault for not going to treat Manager Liao's stomachache when I saw the assignment and eagerly ran over to treat her."
"Now I dare not go, it's not a task you assigned to me, I would not dare to even if I were killed."
Mi Congguo could clearly hear the meaning behind those words, and suddenly he regretted taking Song Zhikun's ten thousand yuan.
He originally thought he would at most get a scolding from Manager Guo, but now things were spiraling out of his control. Checking the time, another minute had passed, only three minutes left.
