Zhong Yu swallowed nervously, thinking there was still room for maneuver, but the decision was made without even seeing him—straight to a death sentence.
He still couldn't quite believe it. "Yingzi, did Mr. Shen say anything else just now?"
"Is there any chance you misunderstood, any possibility that he meant for me to take a break for a bit?"
Fu Yingzi gave a faint smile. "Director Zhong, I heard correctly."
Zhong Yu's face turned ashen. Did Mr. Shen really trust Yu Jifeng that much? Wasn't he afraid that Yu was lying?
Damn Fei Bing, he's screwed me over... If I'd known, I would never have agreed. This damned dirt-digging has gone and dug my own grave!
Fucking hell, what is this mess!
Fu Yingzi glanced at the departing Zhong Yu, his back figure forlorn and desolate, thinking how life's fortunes turn so swiftly. Just yesterday, he was the ebullient HR director, and now he had to pack his bags and hit the road.
