Mo Yixuan looked at Qin Yin with a frown.
Qin Yin looked at him coldly and said, "Your hand is broken, isn't it? You can peel it yourself if you want to eat."
Mo Yixuan dared not argue with Qin Yin. He knew this woman must have a close relationship with Nan, he could not afford to offend her.
So he turned his head to Nan Sichen and asked, "Mr. Nan, what do you think of my proposal?"
Nan Sichen placed his chopsticks down, elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "If you have any objections to the work, consult with your manager."
"Uh." Mo Yixuan was taken aback. He thought proposing some ideas at work would impress Mr. Nan as a hardworking person who is highly responsible for his job, yet he didn't expect such a reply.
Still unwilling to give up, he said, "Mr. Nan, actually, I've expressed all these to our manager, but he just doesn't take into account other people's opinions."
"Then go to the relevant department."
