Suddenly, she regretted agreeing to take the job as Lu Jinyan's assistant.
Wen Duoduo felt deep regret in her heart, as she dragged three large bags forward and stomped her feet along the way.
Her fierce gaze was like a sword, ready to puncture Lu Jinyan's tall frame with numerous holes.
Then, in her mind, she cursed eighteen generations of his ancestors thoroughly.
It was as though Lu Jinyan could read her mind, guessing that she must be cursing him fiercely behind his back. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
Unexpectedly, Wen Duoduo, head down, bumped into him, painfully hitting her nose.
"Ow, why did you stop all of a sudden?"
Lu Jinyan turned back and smirked: "Assistant Wen, you're my personal assistant. You should have a professional attitude, and when it comes to cursing your boss behind his back, I hope you can restrain yourself a bit."
Wen Duoduo: "..."
She pressed her lips together, just about to lose her temper, when she heard Lu Jinyan say:
