After three rounds of drinks, the table was a mix of flavors.
Yin Daosong, slightly tipsy, suddenly asked with a gossipy tone, "Qianqian, do you know where Qin Feng works?"
"Where does he work?"
"He's an assistant at Haiyun Group, earning a meager salary of only 1800 yuan a month."
At Yin Daosong's words, Wu Qianqian's eyes suddenly lit up.
"You're the Sales Director at Haiyun Grand Hotel, with an annual salary of a million. He's just an assistant at Haiyun Group, with a monthly wage of only 1800 yuan? Are you saying you could easily take care of that stinking idiot?"
"Of course!"
Getting an affirmative response from Yin Daosong, Wu Qianqian immediately concocted a plan.
She suddenly turned to Yin Daosong with a smile blooming like flowers, coquettishly saying,
"Song, if you could thoroughly humiliate that big idiot Qin Feng at the reunion, make him utterly unable to show his face, I'll be with you."
