And with that cry, Chu Dazhuang, who had been holding back his emotions, could no longer sustain the facade.
After crying for quite a while, Yang Mi took a deep breath. She looked around at everyone, and then at Chu Dazhuang, and finally, she had an idea.
Or rather, Yang Mi had wanted to do this all along.
She stood up immediately, and then walked to the doorway.
At the moment, the boss Zhao was standing there, his back straight, with a defiant stance. Seeing Yang Mi approaching, he hesitated slightly.
"Hello, may I ask what you need?"
Boss Zhao spoke with his characteristic defiance.
"Yes, I need something."
Yang Mi said, stepping forward and gently extending her hand, signaling boss Zhao to come closer.
....
"No, no! Absolutely not!"
Not far off, boss Zhao was shaking his head like a rattle-drum, his usual defiant demeanor nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by firm refusal.
"How could this be acceptable?"
