"Stop! You can go back to the team now," Yi Zheng interrupted her directly.
"I haven't finished yet," Wen Wan refused to comply.
In the eyes of the other colleagues, what Wen Wan was doing was tantamount to digging her own grave.
Mo Siluo then lifted his hand, signaling Yi Zheng to be quiet, and stared straight at Wen Wan, "Continue."
"Fourth, the food in the cafeteria is too disgusting," Wen Wan rattled off a long list, which was nothing more than deliberately picking faults, with a voice inside her head screaming incessantly, 'Just fire me already!'
Mo Siluo's expression remained unchanged, and after the woman had finally finished her endless rambling, he spoke up, "Is that all?"
"For now, that's all," Wen Wan muttered.
Mo Siluo's gaze swept over the crowd again, "Do the rest of you feel the same as she does?"
The employees were terrified that the general manager might fire them on a whim, so they all shook their heads like rattle drums.
