. "When the wind blows, I fall down, and when I take two steps, I gasp."
"I work overtime all day long. I'm not afraid of dying in the company anymore, and we will have to collect the body when the time comes."
"I can't find fault with her every day, but I can't kill her."
Jiang Wan slammed the design draft on the table and continued with disgust: "It makes me sick to see that face of hers."
Colleagues were as silent as cicadas.
Jiang Wan looked towards the door.
The sickly boss she mentioned who would collapse at the first blow of the wind was standing at the door, looking at her calmly.
Jiang Wan whispered: "How much did she hear?"
Colleague: "I heard everything."
Jiang Wan smoothed the design and smiled flatteringly: "Actually, I like her. Otherwise, why would I keep talking about her."
Boss: "Make an appointment tonight."
Jiang Wan: "?!"
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The next day, Jiang Wan went to work.
My back is so sore that I can't walk very well. When I see my boss, my legs are so weak that I can't stand it anymore.
(The fried-haired cat suffers from skin thirst and is a weak and sickly boss)
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