Back on the top floor, Xue Rui helped Ji Feng transfer the packed noodle soup into a bowl.
The bowl was part of a set someone had gifted Ji Feng, reportedly specially supplied for distinguished guests. Most people would display such rare and valuable porcelain as decoration, but Ji Feng treated it merely as a bowl—a vessel for eating.
Inside the exquisite, specially supplied porcelain sat a clump of noodles in murky broth, the noodles themselves lacking any springy texture. The mismatch was glaring—the noodle soup’s appearance simply didn’t live up to the fine china.
Ji Feng frowned.
The bowl of noodles looked utterly unappetizing. But remembering how Xu Miyu had devoured hers so delightedly, even pressing the bowl to her face to drink every last drop of broth, he decided to give it a try.
What if it was just ugly but actually delicious? He’d give it a chance.
Ji Feng picked up his chopsticks, lifted a strand of noodles, and put it in his mouth.
Xue Rui watched the entire process: how Ji Feng disdainfully decided to taste the noodles anyway, only for his expression to shift dramatically the moment they entered his mouth.
Ji Feng spat out the noodles instantly as if they were some vile poison.
The next second, he flung his chopsticks on the table and stood up to rinse his mouth.
When he returned, he stood by the coffee table, pointed at the bowl of noodles, and asked Xue Rui with a dark expression, "Is this really fit for human consumption? It’s so disgusting, it doesn’t even compare to chicken feed! And that woman actually ate it with such relish—wasn’t she just putting on an act?"
Xue Rui watched as Ji Feng, upset by the terrible taste, redirected his anger toward Xu Miyu’s enthusiastic eating. He desperately wanted to ask: How do you know it’s worse than chicken feed? Have you eaten chicken feed?
But he didn’t dare, so he kept the question to himself and secretly laughed.
Suddenly, Ji Feng’s ominous voice sounded by his ear: "What are you snickering about all by yourself? Don’t you believe I’ll buy you ten bowls of this and make you eat them all in front of me?"
Xue Rui shuddered, immediately burying his hidden laughter in the deepest recesses of his mind.
Ji Feng let out a long sigh, then reluctantly told Xue Rui, "Go to the Chinese restaurant and arrange a table for me."
Xue Rui was taken aback and reminded him, "But Chef Chen isn’t working today." Hadn’t this very person just been saying on the way back that with Chef Chen absent, could the kitchen even produce anything edible?
"Here, you try this bowl of noodles," Ji Feng said, pulling Xue Rui over and forcing his head toward the bowl. "Go on, taste how awful it is. I know Chef Chen isn’t here, but with this terrible taste as your baseline, tell me—what couldn’t you eat after this?"
Xue Rui quickly broke free from the bowl, dashed to the elevator as if riding a wind-fire wheel, and headed straight for the second-floor Chinese restaurant.
Xu Miyu arrived at the executive level, ready to start her shift.
After changing into her uniform, she was surprised to find that even the off-duty attendants had shown up. Not only that, but those who should have clocked out were still there.
Moreover, they weren’t in uniform but wore nice casual clothes, all with light to heavy foundation on their faces.
Even Luo Qingping, Ke Wenxue, and Yin Xiang were among them.
Xu Miyu thought they might have some group activity later and felt a momentary pang of disappointment at not being included.
But soon, the outspoken Ke Wenxue was the first to express confusion toward her."Sister Mi Yu, why are you in uniform? Didn't you get the notice?"
Xu Miyu asked in confusion, "What notice?"
Ke Wenxue thought for a moment and said, "Maybe since you're new to the position, Manager Feng doesn't know you yet, so he notified the supervisor directly."
She pulled Xu Miyu aside and quickly filled her in on the situation.
"Sister Mi Yu, we were all called here by Feng Kaixin. You must have heard his name during your onboarding—he's the manager of the entire housekeeping department at our hotel. He often takes us executive-level attendants to dinners he organizes to show off. He says we executive-level attendants are young, well-proportioned, good-looking, and know how to handle things."
Xu Miyu was both surprised and stunned by what she heard.
"So, if he calls everyone to go, everyone has to go? No one can refuse?" Xu Miyu asked.
Ke Wenxue nodded. "Yes, Manager Feng is very concerned about face. Refusing to go would embarrass him, and he holds grudges. Besides, he's a relative of the boss—a very close one at that. No one dares to offend him."
Someone nearby chimed in, "Anyway, if you go, it's just drinking and chatting with his guests at the dinner. It's no big deal, and you get a good meal out of it. But if you don't go, you might lose your job."
Ke Wenxue took back the conversation. "Exactly. No one wants to offend Manager Feng and lose their job over this, especially since the wages at Sway Hotel are among the highest in the industry. I’ve heard other hotels have similar situations. Since it’s the same everywhere, it’s better to stay where the pay is higher."
After saying this, Ke Wenxue urged Xu Miyu again, "Sister Mi Yu, you should hurry and get ready too. Manager Feng said the supervisors and team leaders should all go along later."
Xu Miyu frowned. "Me too? But I'm on duty today. If everyone goes, who will handle the work on this floor?"
Ke Wenxue said, "As usual, the ones left to hold down the fort on our floor are the less attractive ones—you know, like Xiao Du and Xiao Geng..."
Xu Miyu felt a bit speechless. "Just because he's the boss's relative, he can disrupt our schedules just to have everyone 'show off' for him?"
Ke Wenxue nodded. "Yeah, being the boss's relative means he can do that."
Yin Xiang comforted her from the side, "Sister Mi Yu, don’t be too nervous. It’s not as serious as you think. It’s just having a meal and drinking a little, and the food and drinks are expensive and high-quality. If you’re lucky, you might even meet a few wealthy and capable 'big brothers' who could help you out with something in the future."
Xu Miyu said, "I just think this kind of thing shouldn’t be forced. Whoever wants to go should go."
She then shook her head, indicating she had no intention of "showing off" at this drinking gathering.
At this point, Ke Wenxue said to Xu Miyu, "Sister Mi Yu, actually, what Xiao Xiang said makes sense. If you go, it’s no big deal. But if you insist on not going, you’ll embarrass Manager Feng, and you could be fired tonight—seriously, maybe even before tomorrow. And if you insist on not going, when Manager Feng gets angry, he’ll definitely take it out on us too..."
"It’s just going to a meal, Team Leader Xu. Don’t act like you’re purer and nobler than the rest of us. Don’t ruin your own 'pure' image and end up costing all of us our jobs," Luo Qingping chimed in with a sarcastic tone.Among all the service staff at the executive level, she was the only one who still held a grudge against Xu Miyu, the team leader, and remained defiant.
Xu Miyu stood frozen in place for several seconds.
She found this utterly unreasonable—using the threat of implicating others to prevent resistance was essentially workplace brainwashing, a form of psychological manipulation.
Yet, no matter how unreasonable it was, to avoid causing trouble for others, Xu Miyu still followed along.
The dinner was held in the Chinese restaurant on the hotel’s second floor. The interior of the second floor housed various banquet halls, while the exterior featured leisure spots like tea houses and cafés, along with a large terrace.
Feng Kaixin’s dinner was set in the "Full Courtyard Fragrance" banquet hall. As Xu Miyu entered with the others, she noticed that the neighboring "Linjingxian" hall also seemed occupied, with waitstaff from the food and beverage department stationed at the door, ready to serve guests at any moment.
Inside "Man Ting Fang," Xu Miyu saw a large round table already occupied by over ten men, all of them middle-aged or older. The man bustling about beside the seat of honor, she guessed, must be her direct superior, Feng Kaixin, the manager of the housekeeping department. According to Ke Wenxue, he was only in his early forties, but the alcohol-loosened, sagging skin on his face made him look much older, as if he were well into his fifties.
The seating arrangement was odd—every two men had an empty seat between them.
It wasn’t until Feng Kaixin urged the girls to sit down that Xu Miyu realized the arrangement wasn’t just strange but deliberate—Feng Kaixin had each girl take an empty seat, instantly placing every girl next to a guest.
The guest seated in the main position beside Feng Kaixin appeared slightly younger but had the same clouded eyes, a clear sign of a seasoned drinker. He was evidently the key guest Feng Kaixin was entertaining that day.
As the girls entered the room, this guest’s eyes lit up, and he smiled at Feng Kaixin, saying, “Manager Feng, you didn’t lie—‘Man Ting Fang’ truly lives up to its name! With these young ladies here, the whole room is filled with fragrance!”
Feng Kaixin asked him to pick two “young ladies” he fancied to sit on either side of him. The guest, addressed as “Manager Luo,” first chose Luo Qingping, remarking, “This one looks aloof—quite distinctive!” Then his gaze swept over the crowd and finally settled on Xu Miyu.
Xu Miyu had deliberately not changed out of her team leader uniform, a small act of rebellion.
Yet, amid the colorful casual wear of the others, her plain black uniform stood out all the more.
Xu Miyu had assumed Manager Luo would pick someone younger to sit beside him.
To her surprise, he pointed directly at her and said, “For the other one, I’ll choose this young lady! She has a certain charm.”
As Xu Miyu took her seat, she felt tense. Hidden in her shirt pocket was her phone, set to record. She thought that if anything unclear happened tonight, having a recording would serve as evidence.
Once all the girls were seated, Feng Kaixin began urging everyone to drink."Come on, come on, you two sisters personally chosen by Director Luo, hurry up and toast him a drink! Was his appreciation for you in vain?" Feng Kaixin bustled about like a madam.
Luo Qingping coolly and indifferently raised a glass to Director Luo. Director Luo drank it with a beaming smile.
When it was Xu Miyu's turn, she declined: "I don't drink."
Director Luo reached out and placed his hand on Xu Miyu's thigh, patting it up and down. As he did this, he said, "No problem, you'll learn after one drink!"
Xu Miyu sprang to her feet.
Director Luo's expression turned somewhat awkward, while Feng Kaixin looked even more offended, as if his pride had been wounded.
"Why are you so uncooperative? Aren't you going to toast Director Luo and apologize?" he said unhappily.
Director Luo sat nearby with a stern face, waiting to see how Xu Miyu would become more compliant and offer him an apology.
Xu Miyu really wanted to just walk away. But when she looked at the other girls present, they were gazing at her with pleading eyes, silently telling her that if she left just like that and angered the pride-sensitive Feng Kaixin, they would all bear the brunt of his wrath together.
Xu Miyu restrained herself.
But no matter what, she couldn't bring herself to offer a toast and apology. Suppressing her disgust, she employed a delaying tactic and said in a lowered voice, "Sorry, I need to use the restroom!"
Then, without waiting for Feng Kaixin to stop her, she rushed out of the private room.
As she left, she heard Feng Kaixin calling out to the supervisor: "Yang Ling, come here! I want to ask you what's going on with this new team leader of yours. How can she be so uncooperative?"
Xu Miyu sighed.
After leaving the restroom, she didn’t return directly to the "Mantingfang" room. Instead, she slipped past the "Linjiangxian" room and exited the banquet hall through a side door, stepping out onto the terrace for some fresh air.
Behind her was the banquet hall’s large floor-to-ceiling window, designed to allow those dining inside to enjoy the view outside. Xu Miyu carefully checked the layout and deliberately positioned herself away from the "Mantingfang" window.
She tilted her head back and took a deep breath. The night air in Star City was crisp and clean, filling her lungs and helping to wash away the foul mix of smoke and alcohol she had inhaled in the private room.
Suddenly, the sky lit up brilliantly.
Two large, interconnected hearts blossomed in the night sky.
It turned out a couple had come to the terrace to hire someone to set off fireworks to celebrate their anniversary of being together.
Xu Miyu watched the two tightly linked hearts above her in the sky. How wonderful, she thought, that people in love could joyfully celebrate still being together.
She smiled.
For herself—though divorced, she could still see others’ love and believe in beauty.
For herself—in this year she turned thirty, having lost her marriage, been cheated out of money, and faced hardships at work, life was finally beginning to hold hope.
She smiled sincerely.
Xue Rui had reserved a table for Ji Feng at "Linjiangxian."
If every dish had been prepared by Chef Chen, they would have been all Ji Feng’s favorites. But with the change of chefs, Ji Feng ate each dish with such disinterest, as if chewing mouthfuls of wax, that it was painful to watch.
Xue Rui sat down to eat with Ji Feng. He personally found every dish quite delicious and couldn’t understand how Ji Feng’s palate could be so picky.
By the time Xue Rui had finished two bowls of rice with the dishes, he looked up to find Ji Feng still slowly sipping the bowl of soup in his hand. Between sips, he frowned and sighed, showing his disdain for the soup’s flavor.Two sets of footsteps sounded outside the door in succession. The first set was chaotic and heavy—clearly from a group of men. They entered the private room next door.
Later, another set of footsteps echoed—light and nimble, unmistakably from a group of girls. They too entered the adjacent private room.
Soon, the loud voices of the men who had entered earlier boomed, urging the "sisters" who had just arrived to take their seats quickly.
Ji Feng frowned upon hearing the commotion next door.
Xue Rui understood Ji Feng’s temperament—his perfectionism coupled with his aversion to intimacy made him detest the kind of "brother-sister" dynamics common at drinking gatherings. He found it distasteful.
He watched as Ji Feng threw his spoon into the bowl, as if he no longer wanted to finish the remaining half-bowl of rice, and stood up, ready to leave the environment tainted by such vulgar noises.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from next door, saying, "I don’t drink."
Xue Rui immediately recognized it as Xu Miyu’s voice.
He turned to look at Ji Feng and was surprised to find that Ji Feng had picked up his spoon again and resumed drinking his soup, no longer seeming in a hurry to leave.
The sound of Xu Miyu excusing herself to go to the restroom reached their ears.
Then, someone pushed the door open, and her footsteps passed by the entrance of their room, "Linjiangxian."
In the neighboring room, a man’s voice called out rudely, "Yang Ling, come here. I want to ask what’s going on with this new team leader of yours. Why is she so clueless?"
Immediately, a woman’s voice approached him, murmuring a report in hushed tones. The voice was too low to make out clearly from where they sat, though the word "divorce" was faintly audible.
Ji Feng finally finished the last of his soup with visible difficulty. Xue Rui thought to himself that the pace at which Ji Feng struggled through the soup was almost as slow as the rate at which it evaporated naturally.
After finishing the soup, Ji Feng surprisingly picked up his half-eaten bowl of rice and began eating again, though with clear distaste.
With every bite, he found something to criticize—the vegetable stems weren’t tender enough, the meat was overcooked, the seasoning was too strong, the greens weren’t fresh enough…
Xue Rui felt like begging him to stop eating if it was so unpleasant, to spare both the food and himself.
Not wanting to watch Ji Feng’s struggle with the meal, Xue Rui shifted his gaze to the glass window outside.
At a glance, he noticed someone standing by the left floor-to-ceiling window. From their vantage point, he could see most of her profile.
Suddenly, a burst of bright light erupted in the sky outside.
Someone was setting off fireworks.
Xue Rui found the glare somewhat dazzling and turned his attention back to see how Ji Feng was faring in his battle with the food.
But as he turned, he saw Ji Feng holding his chopsticks, a piece of greens suspended mid-air between them.
Ji Feng had fallen into a completely still state.
Xue Rui looked at his face.
He saw Ji Feng squinting slightly, his gaze fixed on a point outside the window.
That direction… wasn’t it exactly where Xu Miyu was standing?
Xue Rui turned to look as well.
Once he did, he too froze momentarily.
Outside the window, Xu Miyu was looking up at the fireworks in the sky, smiling.
Her smile seemed to transform her entirely—her eyes curved gently, her neat white teeth showed, and the corners of her lips lifted softly. She seemed to radiate brilliance, her smile making her appear both pure and radiant.
Who would have thought that this divorced woman approaching middle age could look so beautiful when she smiled?
Standing outside, laughing as she watched the fireworks, she looked like a scene from a beautiful painting.Unfortunately, the scene was interrupted by a ringing phone. She lowered her head to answer the call, and her expression visibly turned dejected and resentful. Then she fiddled with her phone for a moment before walking back toward the banquet hall.
Xue Rui turned to look at Ji Feng. He noticed Ji Feng’s brow furrowing slightly.
It seemed he had also been engrossed in watching something when he was interrupted, spoiling his mood.
The small portion of rice in his bowl was finally finished.
Xue Rui quickly asked, "Boss, if you’re done eating, shall we head upstairs now?"
Light footsteps sounded outside, continuing until they reached the door of the adjacent private room.
Ji Feng looked up and told Xue Rui, "Seems I’m still a bit hungry. Give me another half bowl of rice." ???
Xue Rui’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor in shock.
Just as Xu Miyu was looking up at the fireworks, her phone suddenly rang.
It was actually Luo Qingping calling her.
She answered and was surprised to hear Luo Qingping’s voice, which carried a hint of pleading. In addition, there was the sound of running water in the background.
Luo Qingping’s voice sounded a bit hoarse, as if she had just thrown up.
Xu Miyu guessed she had been forced to drink and had gone to the restroom to vomit.
"Xu Miyu, I know you’ve already left. Can… can you come back? I was always against you before—that was my fault. I was jealous of you, and I apologize!"
Listening to Luo Qingping’s apology, Xu Miyu was filled with astonishment. For Luo Qingping to lower her head and apologize to her—had something happened in "Full Court Fragrance"?
"...I thought today would be the same as before, just eating and drinking, but it seems I was wrong… If you don’t come back, Manager Feng and Director Luo will both keep forcing me to drink. I feel awful, I really can’t take it anymore! I’m afraid I’ll be drunk and taken away tonight! Xu Miyu, no one else can save me. Even though the others seem more capable than you, I know deep down they don’t have your ability. Only you can protect me, protect all of us, and only you are willing to step up and shield us…"
By the end, Luo Qingping’s voice even carried a sob.
This was the same Luo Qingping who had always acted arrogantly and coldly in front of her. If even she was being tormented like this at the drinking table, the other girls probably weren’t faring any better.
Xu Miyu’s heart tightened.
She thought that whether it was Luo Qingping or anyone else, as long as they were under her charge, she had a responsibility to protect them. This was what she had previously promised the girls—she would do her best to be their support and shoulder their burdens.
So she couldn’t just walk away without a care. She had to return to the drinking party, not only to rescue Luo Qingping but to save the other girls as well.
She sighed, switched her phone back to recording mode, and turned around to walk back to the banquet hall.
As soon as Xu Miyu returned to "Full Court Fragrance," Feng Kaixin pulled her out of the private room and confronted her one-on-one, nearly shouting.
"You’re Xu Miyu, right? I heard you’ve been divorced once—why are you still so pretentious? Since you’re working now, this is all part of the job you have to face, understand? All the others have toasted and drank, and none of them are missing a limb. Why is it that you can’t drink?"Xu Miyu told herself inwardly to be brave, not to be afraid to say no. Then, with a slight tremor in her voice but still courageously, she replied aloud, "But we came here to work, not to drink with people. Our employee handbook doesn’t include any requirement to toast guests!"
Her voice was immediately cut off: "Then I’ll just add that to the handbook later, so you’ll have nothing left to question, alright? Honestly, still arguing with me about the employee handbook!"
Arrogant mockery accompanied by the foul stench of alcohol assaulted her senses. Xu Miyu felt her nostrils suffer.
Just then, that Manager Luo lifted the door curtain and stepped out from "Full Bloom Pavilion."
His face was flushed crimson, his eyes clouded and unfocused. His body swayed unsteadily, and the alcoholic fumes from his breath were as if he had just overturned a large wine vat.
He raised a hand and pointed directly at Xu Miyu's face, saying: "I told you, the more I look at this little sister, the more appealing she becomes. Alright, Brother Luo here likes your type—the kind that looks obedient but is actually quite untamed. The one inside looks aloof and cold, but she's actually very submissive. Boring. Little sister, come on, go inside and have a chat with Brother Luo. I liked you from the first glance—you're special, you've got flavor! Come on, Brother Luo guarantees, tonight I definitely won't treat you badly!"
Seeing that Xu Miyu remained motionless, he turned to Feng Kaixin and whispered: "Look, Old Feng, didn't you want me to sign that deal for you? Today, if she drinks with me, the deal is easy to discuss. If she insists on not drinking," Manager Luo swayed as he waved his hand at Feng Kaixin, "no chance!"
Feng Kaixin glared fiercely at Xu Miyu: "Manager Luo has already said he definitely won't treat you badly, why aren't you going in?" He practically shoved Xu Miyu into the room.
Xu Miyu agreed to follow Feng Kaixin inside not because she feared his glare. Rather, through the pushed-open private room door and the lifted curtain, she saw that Luo Qingping inside was indeed being forced to drink heavily.
Her face was completely flushed, even her eyes seemed bloodshot.
It looked like if she kept drinking, she would either lose consciousness or end up directly in the hospital.
And it wasn't just her—the other girls were also flushed and their eyes dazed from drinking.
Her heart sank. Thinking she couldn't just abandon them, she stepped into the private room.
In the neighboring "Riverside Immortal" room, Ji Feng hastily finished the half-bowl of rice he had just served himself.
Hearing the conversation from the doorway, Xue Rui couldn't resist meddling and told Ji Feng: "It seems Xu Miyu was finally called in to drink after all."
Ji Feng didn't respond. He just set down his rice bowl with a cold expression.
Xue Rui cautiously probed further: "...Should we intervene?"
Ji Feng looked up at him, his eyes holding their usual mockery and an inexplicable anger: "Why intervene? Did you just eat too much? Didn't you hear him say he definitely won't treat her badly tonight, and that's why she went in? Did you hear her refuse or struggle, that you want to intervene? If you love meddling in others' business so much, aren't you afraid you'll die young?"
As he spoke these words, what flashed through his mind was actually the turmoil of that night, and the 200,000 compensation he gave her the next day. At first, she had acted like she wanted to return that 200,000, but in the end, didn't she keep it?
Had she gotten a taste of the benefits, so when someone said they wouldn't treat her badly, she obediently followed them in?
Ji Feng's hand on the table unconsciously clenched into a fist, his palm filled with simmering anger.
He suddenly stood up abruptly and strode out.
This time, he truly got up and truly left.
Xue Rui was rendered speechless by Ji Feng's harsh words, and could only hurriedly follow behind him.
They returned to the penthouse together.
Xue Rui went to make tea for Ji Feng.
He always drank a cup of tea after meals to aid digestion.
But tonight, Ji Feng questioned him irritably: "Making me tea so late, do you think I sleep too much at night?"
Xue Rui quickly whisked the tea away and brought a glass of plain water instead.Ji Feng took the glass of plain water, took a sip, and his brow furrowed tightly once more.
"It's completely tasteless. Can't you get me something with flavor?"
"..." Xue Rui genuinely considered cutting his own finger and dripping two drops of blood into the water to add some flavor and liven things up for his esteemed boss.
Suddenly, Ji Feng instructed, "Go to the study and bring me those documents regarding the Thailand matter."
This deal would sever Duan Aoxiang's last financial lifeline in Thailand. Once completed, Duan Aoxiang would no longer be able to operate abroad and would have no choice but to slink back to Xing City in disgrace.
In Xing City, dealing with Duan Aoxiang would be even easier for him.
Xue Rui obediently hurried to fetch all the documents.
While flipping through the files, Ji Feng said, "You can head home after work."
Xue Rui immediately fled as if his life depended on it.
He thought today's Ji Feng was truly unusual and eccentric, likely influenced by too much negative energy from his parents during his visit home. It was better for him to make a quick escape.
But in his haste to leave, he only realized after stepping out that he had left his car keys in the suite.
He turned back to retrieve the keys.
Just as he entered the suite, he saw Ji Feng with his back to the door, one hand on his hip and the other holding a phone to his ear.
"You have a staff member who speaks Thai. Send her up to the top floor. I need her to help me translate documents."
"What? You don't have any Thai-speaking staff? How do you even operate when you don't know your own employees? You clearly do have a Thai-speaking staff member!"
"Fine, I'll tell you. This staff member is from the executive level, named Xu Miyu. Yes, her Thai is excellent. Arrange for her to come up immediately. I need her to help me translate documents. Yes, right now! Is there a problem? Give me a reply as soon as you've arranged it."
After finishing his angry tirade, he irritably ended the call.
When he turned around, he spotted Xue Rui crouching suspiciously by the doorway, reaching for the car keys on the bar counter.
The two made eye contact, both freezing awkwardly in place.
"B-boss, I came back for my car keys..." Xue Rui explained sheepishly.
"Hmm... You probably think I'm helping Xu Miyu avoid that drinking party, don't you? Actually, that's not the case. It's just that since you left, I had to call her up to help. After all, she knows Thai." Ji Feng's explanation sounded perfectly reasonable, yet it made Xue Rui feel inexplicably embarrassed on his behalf.
So stubborn about saving face...
Whether he left or not, Xue Rui didn't know Thai, so his departure wasn't actually a reason to call Xu Miyu. Besides, Boss Ji himself knew some Thai!
Afraid that his secondhand embarrassment for his boss might actually kill him with cringe, Xue Rui quickly grabbed his car keys and fled.
Back in the room, the phone rang again.
It was the reply to that earlier call.
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