woman knitting quickly put her knitting away and pretended to work. Although Jiang Baohong wasn't their direct supervisor, everyone knew how unpleasant she was. It wasn't fear—they just didn't want to deal with her.
After all, they'd heard she had some connections.
The office staff exchanged glances, silently mocking her. After Jiang Baohong left, someone whispered, "We can't let this woman get promoted. If she ends up managing us, we'll never get a day off."
The older sister who had been secretly knitting earlier nodded in deep agreement.
"Look at her now, making all these demands on the team, it's pitiful to see."
"She's just being difficult."
Jiang Baohong didn't get her way and was furious.
Meanwhile, Ming Mei had already gone to the hospital with Zhuang Zhixi. She kept sneezing, and Zhuang Zhixi gently patted her back, asking, "How are you feeling? Did you catch a cold last night?"
Ming Mei shook her head. "I'm not sure."
