Sister Jiang looked around the office at everyone who was looking at her.
She couldn't help but wipe her face, "Sorry, our Shaohua has a bad temper."
The office staff quickly waved their hands in dismissal. Previously, they had treated Sister Jiang with an all-business attitude, but now, after this incident, they were immediately cordial and polite, "Not at all, not at all."
The few people in the workspace felt a lingering fear.
They began to wonder if they had ever offended Ye Shaohua before.
Then they looked at the nearly paralyzed Weibo, feeling mixed emotions. The company's higher-ups had said they would promote Ye Shaohua with the best treatment; they didn't expect that before the heat they're arranging started, Ye Shaohua had already stirred up such popularity on her own.
And at this thought, they couldn't help but worry.
Would their Ancestors disapprove of the promotional efforts they arranged later?