He dumped all the blame on Wen Tang.
Ugly words cascaded after.
"Like mother, like daughter," Lu Zhe pointed at Wen Tang and said, "I advise you to ditch any hopes of rising through your mother's status, otherwise, you won't even know how you died."
Wen Tang's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she remained unmoved, searching in her bag and dialing out on her phone, "Uncle, since you think I'm shamelessly clinging to President Pei's side, you should talk to him personally."
"It would be best if you could transfer my job out of Qing City. Focus on negotiating the salary and benefits; if they're appropriate, I'm ready to work in another city at any time."
Lu Zhe was incredulous.
The call connected.
Wen Tang handed him the phone, and Lu Zhe's face turned slightly embarrassed, faltering again.
Wen Tang saw the timer still running on the phone; she knew Pei Heyan.
This man never liked wasting unnecessary time.
