I Work as an Assistant for a Top-Notch Person, and His Voice Is Pinyin

"Shen Moran, are you a pig-brained person?" Sister Wang's voice echoed throughout the office area, and everyone lowered their heads and pretended to be busy. I stood in front of her desk, holding the newly printed schedule in my hand, my nails digging into my flesh. "Lu Jingshen has three endorsement shoots, a magazine cover, and two fan meetings next week, and you just give me this bullshit plan?" She threw the documents on the table, and the papers scattered on the floor. "Don't you see the time conflict? What did you do for venue coordination? Do you think I make too much money?" I bit my lip and said nothing. I stayed up all night for this plan and checked every item three times. But I dare not refute, as the consequences of refuting will be even more humiliation. "Rework it tonight and put it on my desk before eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't do it, don't come." Sister Wang picked up the coffee cup and glanced at me with disgust, "Why are you standing there? Get out of here." I squatted down to pick up the paper on the ground, my fingers were trembling. It's been like this every time for three years. She always has a reason to scold me and can always find fault. Even if I do the right thing, she still has to find fault with me. "Ding - it has been detected that the host's workplace oppression level has reached a critical point." "The assistant's exclusive mind-reading system is being activated..." "Activation successful." I was stunned, holding half a piece of paper in my hand, and my mind went blank. What the hell? Then I heard it. "Sooner or later, this little bitch will be tortured to death by me. If Lu Jingshen hadn't named her as his assistant, I would have told her to get out."