Liang Weining successfully escaped to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and headed straight for the bathroom to wash up.
Once she was ready, the boss stood in the living room, putting on his wristwatch, seemingly preparing to leave the house as well.
On the last working day of the week, she definitely had to visit the company to reassure her two partners.
In recent days, a series of emoticon packs had been popping up in the WeChat group, filling the screen with plaintive cries. Both Alina and Win had joined her in the medical rehabilitation line with a do-or-die attitude.
Withdrawing halfway would undoubtedly plunge them into the unknown once again concerning their future.
After all, if the rehabilitation team was handed over to the marketing director, who knew what he would do behind their backs.
She opened the door cautiously, attracting the boss's sideways glance. Liang Weining gestured for silence, stuck her head out of the door frame, and looked around.
