"Don't worry, I would never take back trash." Zhang Yu expressed his happiness.
"In the future, I can just finish my tasks and not care about your life or death."
Thinking about this, Zhang Yu found it quite amusing, "I'm really curious, how someone as dumb as you will handle the project proposals in the future."
"Young man, don't always focus on pleasing girls, you should at least devote some efforts to your studies."
"Improve yourself diligently."
"Otherwise, I'm really worried. If you can't please people with your looks, what will you do if you lose your job?"
"You…" Cheng Jian was extremely angered by Zhang Yu's words, but eventually held back his anger, "I don't want to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to you either." Zhang Yu shared the same sentiment.
Cheng Jian stormed off, convinced that if he kept talking to Zhang Yu, he might just cough up blood.
