"Hmm?" Pei Heyan looked toward her.
Wen Tang hesitated for a moment before lowering her head and speaking in a low voice, "I might have to make a few more trips there in the follow-up."
Pei Heyan's brows knitted together, "Which means you haven't finished coordinating with Gu Muchen."
Wen Tang gave a slight nod of her head, which was beyond her expectations. She was supposed to have it in the bag, but Gu Muchen wasn't playing by the rules.
"Wen Tang," Pei Heyan's face darkened, "if you haven't coordinated properly, how do you have the face to come back?"
Wen Tang stood silently in front of him.
She had no words to say.
"Even something as simple as coordination you can't do right, what exactly do you think about every day when you come to work?" Pei Heyan's words carried a scolding tone, "Or are you numb now, thinking you can just coast through your days at the company like a walking corpse because of the injury on your leg?"
Wen Tang pursed her lips: "I'm not."
