Manager Zhao can describe such despicable competitive tactics in such a righteous manner, he truly is talented.
Ji Weitian left the restaurant, and it had already darkened outside.
She declined Zhao Zhao's offer to drive her home, and walked alone to the street corner to hail a taxi.
The car had not yet started when her cellphone rang.
"Where are you?" Qin Nanyu's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I've already got off work, and now it's my private time," Ji Weitian responded cautiously.
She always felt that Qin Nanyu wouldn't ask such a question without a reason.
Sure enough, his next words were, "My back hurts, I need someone to take care of me."
"With so many people in the Qin Family Villa, aren't they enough for you to order around? I'm not coming!" Ji Weitian replied righteously.
Before Qin Nanyu could say anything, she added,
