"Mr. Han, I was wrong, I really was, I will work overtime for a month... no, for two months... or even half a year..."
Han Jingnian finally spoke, "Alright."
Zhang Te felt foolish, "..." Did he really suggest that? Why did he offer to work for half a year instead of just one or two months?
To ease his complex emotions, Zhang Te prepared to flee with his mobile phone, "Mr. Han, if there is nothing else, I will return to work..."
As Zhang Te was about to leave, Han Jingnian appeared to remember something. He tapped lightly on his desk, "Hold on."
Zhang Te paused. Cautious, he asked, "Mr. Han, is there something else you need?"
Han Jingnian glanced at the mobile phone in Zhang Te's hand and slightly nodded, "Ten minutes."
Ten minutes? What ten minutes?
Zhang Te was momentarily confused and blinked in bewilderment.
Seeing his uncertainty, Han Jingnian's expression grew colder.
