To Think That I Thought We Were Friends. You Don't Even Want to Help Me with This Small Favor.
Editor: Atlas Studios
Dai Yiran was so furious that she almost scolded him. Was Zheng Tianming an idiot?
How could he compare her to Lu Man?
Moreover, he sounded as if she was the one who could not compare to Lu Man.
Did he even know that she didn't come here to work at all?
How dare he use all this excuse of work to order her around!
"Alright, since you're here at Han Corporation, you should do your work properly. If you're thinking of having any special treatment, then you can jolly well resign and go somewhere else where you can receive special treatment. There's no such thing here at Han Corporation." Zheng Tianming was getting annoyed and patted the stack of files. "I'm very busy, I can't keep wasting my time here. The CEO needs all of these so don't mess up."
After speaking, Zheng Tianming strode out.
Even though Dai Yiran picked up one of the files unwilling, she remained inefficient, slow and had barely finished anything until the afternoon.