Zhou sister spoke while giving Zhang Ya meaningful looks, signaling her to say a few words in support. But what Zhang Ya wanted to do the most right now was to smack the document she had translated onto Zhou Linlin's face.
What a joke, treating me like free labor.
"Really? But if I remember correctly, the workload for the translation department is controlled so that it is within a certain range, ensuring that you can complete your work. Yet even so, you've been asking for help from outsiders, which makes me doubt your capabilities."
Instead of addressing the issue of Zhou Linlin asking Zhang Ya to translate documents, An Lan focused on Zhou Linlin's own lack of abilities as the angle of attack.
As expected, before she even finished speaking, Zhou Linlin's smile froze on her face, and An Lan's lips curled into a sneer, "I think it's necessary for me to have a serious talk with your department head about how your work is being distributed."