"Really?
Retreat in person? "
"That's still fake!
Can the financial director's daughter marry a loser who hasn't even broken through to E-level?
What a joke! "
Ge Lin's hand paused.
The broom made a screeching sound on the stone floor.
"Hey, did you hear that?
Waste! "
Several handymen who were sweeping the floor next to them burst into laughter. One of them deliberately swept the garbage to Ge Lin's feet, "Let me, let me, let me, don't block the uncle from sweeping the floor."
Ge Lin didn't look up.
He swept the pile of trash into a dustpan and dumped it into the cart.
