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Qu Xiaoxiao thought that Pei Yibai was just being polite when he said he wanted a 10,000-word reflection written, especially since Song Weiyi was there at the time.
However, she could never have imagined that just before the end of work that afternoon, the manager, stroking his nose, came over.
"Designer Qu, about the 10,000-word reflection Mr. Pei assigned, how much have you written? If you've finished, please print it out and hand it to me," he said.
Qu Xiaoxiao, busy with work, turned green when she heard this.
He was serious!
She couldn't believe her eyes that her Brother Yibai could be so heartless.
"Designer Qu, did you hear me?" the manager asked, furrowing his brows and repeating his question.
This Designer Qu was clearly not just anyone. At first, everyone thought she had a good rapport with Mr. Pei, but now it didn't seem like that was the case.
"If you haven't finished, please do so by tomorrow and remember to print it out," he added.
