Zhou Xueyin, no matter how stone-hearted she might be, couldn't bear to see a girl crying so hard. She passed over a piece of paper: "Here... wipe your tears. The condition is..."
Zhou Xueyin whispered her condition into Zhang Jingwan's ear, and the other party was stunned for a moment, "Sure about that?"
"Sure!"
"Just that simple phrase?"
"Just that simple phrase!"
"Okay! I got it! As long as you can let bygones be bygones and keep me working in the company! I'm willing to do anything!" Zhang Jingwan promised fervently.
"I won't make you do anything and everything! We are not Huang Shiren?" Zhou Xueyin chuckled.
After the May holiday ended, those who passed the interviews previously started showing up one after the other; the office was suddenly full of people, and work became busier.
"Hello, we're from Zhongguancun Social Security Bureau. Call out the person in charge of your company," said two people in uniforms as they approached the reception desk one day.
