069 I think you dream faster.

"Sorry for dragging you into this mess," Shi Lan said calmly, her apology was merely lip service, devoid of any real intention.

At that moment, a WeChat message from Manager Yan came through, "How did it go?"

Shi Lan: "Getting the cold shoulder here."

Manager Yan: "Shall I prepare a feast tonight to soothe your anger?"

Shi Lan: "A beating would cool me off even better."

After replying to the message, Shi Lan finished typing an eight-page-long email, clicked send, then shut down her computer: "Let's go. There won't be any outcome even if we wait until tomorrow."

Tang Ze was so angry his face turned red: "Just you wait."

Miss Shi Lan had always had top-notch mental composure, as if she came by today only to use Glory's office to mooch some internet, and she left with just as much nonchalance.

Of course, Glory's employees knew there was someone waiting in the reception room, but they had been instructed to ignore her. An audition? Who gave her the audacity?