Pan Zhen pointed at Yang Qingheng's nose, his fingers trembling with anger. However, Yang Qingheng's tongue was so sharp that he couldn't think of a way to retaliate no matter how hard he tried.
Finally, enraged, he exclaimed, "As expected of a country bumpkin, uncultured and lacking in manners!"
The receptionist next to him watched the father and son, who were so angry they were practically fuming, and felt a surge of satisfaction.
Should!
He secretly gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs-up under the table.
Yang Qingheng smiled knowingly: "Beautiful lady, did Song Hengjue come to work today?" She glanced at the time; it was already afternoon, and she had a meeting to attend later.
Just as the receptionist was about to speak, Pan Changshu, who was standing next to her, came over like a dog smelling shit and sneered: "I advise you to go back. The mall is not a small business. You can't solve the problem by sleeping with someone a few times. With your looks, only Tang Bainian, that blind man, would be interested in you. Even if you stripped naked, President Song wouldn't give you a second glance."
"You really are the same as always, always spreading rumors." Yang Qingheng said disdainfully.
"Assistant Fang!" Pan Zhen caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and pulled Pan Changshu to greet him. "Long time no see."
"Why didn't you go upstairs now that you're here?" Fang Nan asked in surprise, but a closer listen revealed a hint of flattery in his voice.
Pan Zhen was flattered to see Fang Nan being so respectful to him for the first time: "Assistant Fang, you're joking. I would like to go up, but your receptionist is so inconsiderate. She won't listen to anything I say. Her professional skills don't seem to be up to your company's standards." He still held a grudge against the receptionist from earlier.
The receptionist was surprised that Pan Zhen wasn't some nouveau riche, yet he received such preferential treatment from Fang Nan, the boss's assistant. Clearly, he was someone of extraordinary status. Now, hearing him complain to Fang Nan, her face turned pale.
Fang Nan shook off Pan Zhen's hand with disdain: "Who are you?" Then he gave the woman opposite him a fawning smile.
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