Under Fang Yao's intimidation, colleagues would definitely no longer dare to treat me lightly.
After the group left, Jiayi saw Fang Yao return to the office and hurriedly followed a few steps, seizing the chance when no one was around, "Director Fang, thank you for helping me out and speaking up for me."
Fang Yao's brows rose slightly, hands stuffed in her black, crisp slacks, "You're someone I've selected and promoted. If you were to be treated with disdain, it would reflect poorly on me as well. If I didn't speak up for you, wouldn't I be slapping my own face? Besides, the mistakes you've made recently are understandable. Forget it, just be more attentive in the future."
Fang Yao was a person who only looked at results, never the process; if one was wrong, they were wrong - she couldn't be bothered to know the reasons. Yet today, she had shown me such great favor.
