The next day, as the first light of dawn cast a pale glow, Liang Weining startled awake from a dream.
She had dreamt that she was falling off a cliff, and the big boss followed, dying for love.
What a melodramatic plotline.
She reached for her phone and glanced at it. It was not yet six o'clock. There was a missed call from early morning; it was Mr. Chen.
Without suspicion, she hurriedly dialed the number back.
The next second, realizing he might still be asleep, she quickly hung up.
And so, she patiently waited until seven o'clock.
Today was a workday, and several overachievers in the department group had specifically @her to ask about the pricing range of a new product that was about to launch.
Only two hours left until her suspension.
Liang Weining did her best to hold her position until the very last moment.
After handing over work matters, she got out of bed, washed up, packed, and with her suitcase in tow, went downstairs, ready to move back into Xiangyue Mansion.
