Thinking of it, Jiayi said, "Really, it's okay, Director Fang. I'm going to edit it now, and I won't leave work today until it's fixed. Rest assured, I definitely won't take it lightly again in the future."
She picked up the design draft, bowed apologetically, and hurriedly walked out of the office.
Fang Yao watched her determined departing figure, pondered for a while, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. After a long pause, her lips curled up, and the tone of her voice was satirical, "Manager Huo, huh?"
Huo Zhenyang was driving when he received Fang Yao's call, heard her teasing, and played along, his voice was lazy, "What's up, Director Fang?"
"Nothing much, just checking in to see if Manager Huo's 'Resource Recycling Department' is busy or not." Fang Yao joked.
"That's enough, spit it out if you have something to say. I'm very busy." Huo Zhenyang always spoke without any restraint with her.
In his heart, Fang Yao was like a man, not much different from the guys.
