Wei Xue raised her head and glanced calmly at the gloating expressions of her colleagues around her.
Someone was whispering: "Finally gotta get out."
He said nothing, just saved the document, turned off the computer, and stood up.
The office chair's pulleys squeaked on the floor.
Wang Cong's office is on the third floor, the most luxuriously decorated place in the entire club.
When Wei Xue walked in, she smelled a strong smell of cologne, mixed with the smell of burnt cigars, which made people want to vomit.
Wang Cong was sitting on his leather boss chair, with his legs crossed and a watch that looked valuable in his hand.
The dial reflected a dazzling light under the light, making Wei Xue squint.
"Hey, you're here?"
Wang Cong didn't raise his head, and said with a casual mockery in his tone, "Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Wei Xue did not sit down.
He stood there, looking at Wang Cong's arrogant and domineering face, and felt a cold calmness in his heart.
He knew what would happen next, he had rehearsed this scene countless times in his mind.
