Pei Dongshi's expression remained unchanged. "How old are you this year?"
Nan Jiaojiao stood her ground, tilting her head up. "I was seventeen three years ago."
"Hmm, of age," he concluded.
Unable to play coy, Nan Jiaojiao gave up. "I won't do it, I won't look anymore, I can't understand any of it."
Pei Dongshi slowly raised his hand and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
He picked up his cellphone and made a call to his assistant. "Pass the word, from now on no sweets or milk tea are allowed in the company. Also, strip Sweetheart of all her bonus for the second half of the year."
The assistant asked, "What happened to Sweetheart?"
Pei Dongshi, gazing at Nan Jiaojiao, allowed a slight tilt at the corner of his mouth. "Negative work attitude."
Nan Jiaojiao sat up straight with a start.
"Are you going to read it or not?" Pei Dongshi asked her.
Nan Jiaojiao nodded her head. "I will!"