Yang Zhenye sneered after hearing her words, "Mi Xue, do you really think there's nowhere to go but Haicheng?"
"You've already missed the chance to advance, Yang Zhenye, you'll no longer have the opportunity to." Indeed, Yang Zhenye had failed to make it, and now it was even less likely.
"As long as Zhenye is willing," Wu Yifan paused, "he can get a new job anytime."
"Haha." Mi Xue laughed wildly, "Wu Yifan, you sick man, what right do you have to speak? If it weren't for you trampling over my dignity back then, would I have pursued your best friend and put him in a difficult position? In the end, it's you who ruined him. If it weren't for you, he would have been assigned a job already, perhaps even promoted by now. How would he end up working for me at a place like Mingzhu Mall?"
