"So, do you still think there's a problem? If you feel that even ten times the year-end bonus is not enough, then I'll just give the files to someone else to handle," Huo Zhanting said indifferently.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Ya raised her hand.
"Director Huo, I believe I'm up to the task."
An Xuan, suddenly backstabbed, nearly choked on his own rage. He turned to look at Zhang Ya, who innocently blinked at him, "Team leader, if you don't want this outrageous fortune, I'll gladly take it."
In An Xuan's eyes, Zhang Ya's eyes were always filled with dollar signs.
"Who says I don't want it? I do want it, and I won't share it with you. I'll handle it myself, and you won't get a dime of the tenfold year-end bonus!" An Xuan said through gritted teeth, emphasizing every word.