Zhang Te reflexively held up his newly purchased phone, took a glance, and then realized what Han Jingnian's words implied - his wife had sent a message to the WeChat he had previously used.
Zhang Te, already quite desperate, felt even more despair thinking about his two trapped phones. He wanted to cry, but could only force a smile, "Okay, Mr. Han, I'll go get it now."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Te didn't immediately enter the elevator.
What was there to get? What was there to take? His wife had been playing all day, could there be any design drafts?
Reaching the floor where the design department was located, Zhang Te first went to the restroom to deal with physiological needs, then leisurely went to the stairwell where few people frequented.
Upon pushing open the door to the stairwell, Zhang Te spotted Xia Wan'an leaning against the wall, seemingly dozing off.
Zhang Te: "..."
If his lazy wife could produce a decent design draft, he would eat shit!
