"I absolutely won't skimp on talent," Zhao Yang said indifferently.
"Are you saying I count as talent?" Tian Xiaorui asked.
"Looking at it now, you're managing this garden very well," Zhao Yang didn't answer directly.
"Do you think I'm working here for you just for the salary?" As she spoke, Tian Xiaorui suddenly stepped two paces closer to Zhao Yang, her eyes clearly filled with eagerness.
"So what do you want then? Let me tell you, Tian Xiaorui, it wasn't I who asked you to come. People strive for higher places. If you, the great Bodhisattva, think my temple is too small, feel free to seek opportunities elsewhere," he said.
Having said this, Zhao Yang turned around and started back the way he had come.
Tian Xiaorui stared intensely at Zhao Yang's retreating figure, not even blinking, her eyes clearly filled with resentment, her mind full of unknown thoughts.
I can't come here anymore…
