Zhang Xianxian furrowed her brows tightly, a look of disgust all over her face, as she flung Zhang Youcai's hand away, "Zhang Youcai, are you not sickening? Can't you understand human speech?! Get lost, quickly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
In the past, deliberately approaching Zhang Youcai was because he had boundless prospects and was destined to be one of City C's top bosses. But at this moment, Zhang Youcai in front of Zhang Xianxian was just like a puddle of mud that couldn't stick to the wall.
She naturally had no need to waste her time on such a mess!
"Xianxian!" Zhang Youcai couldn't believe what he was seeing, his face pale, "You, how have you become like this?"
The former Zhang Xianxian would tenderly call him Brother Zhang...
She also said that since they both shared the Zhang surname, maybe five hundred years ago, they were from the same family...
Zhang Xianxian didn't even mind that he was just a lowly employee.