An Lan's voice, laced with mockery, echoed in the office. Her sharp gaze fixed on Zhou Linlin like a blade, startling Zhou Linlin so much that her legs went weak and she collapsed into a chair.
At this moment, Zhou Linlin realized she had hit a brick wall. The colleagues who had just been flattering her were now silent as quails, not daring to utter a word. The head of the translation department, angry at Zhou Linlin for causing her to have her pay docked, was certainly not going to speak up for her.
"The payment for the portion translated by Zhang Ya will be deducted from your salaries. Go settle the remaining wages with the HR department, and then you can leave the company,"
An Lan said coldly before dragging Zhang Ya out of the translation department.
Following closely behind, Huo Zhanting left the translation department to find Zhang Ya wilted like a frost-stricken eggplant, and An Lan helplessly pinched her nose as they stopped.
