Yang Peifeng glanced at the sunken chair and said, "Okay."
Mr. Zhao used to do this and that in the office, and Mr. Zhao also has this style.
"I thought he could do something big while I was away, but he only managed to get a secretary."
There was a hint of disappointment in Song Xijiao's tone.
Yang Peifeng had a blank expression on his face, and his heart was calm. He even felt like laughing.
The big boss plays much more games than Zhao Ruobin, so Zhao Ruobin is already restrained.
"Boss Zhao, do you need me to fire him?"
"No need. Just post the job posting and get more people to interview. When you find a good opportunity, replace them."
"OK."
Yang Peifeng was very efficient and arranged the interview in just two days.
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As soon as I entered the living room, I heard Pei Zhiting and his daughter Doudou making dumplings. The scene was particularly warm, one big and one small.
"What day is today? Why are we suddenly making dumplings?"
Doudou's hands were covered in flour, and there was a white mark on his little face.
"Mom, we are going to the kindergarten for a parent-child activity tomorrow. We need to make dumplings. Dad is teaching me."
"Really?"
Pei Zhiting wiped her hands with her apron and tucked the falling hair behind her ears.
"You said you wanted to eat dumplings last time, and we've never made them together before. Doudou's kindergarten has an event today, so let's make some together. Do you like them?"
Looking into his deep and gentle eyes, Song Xijiao felt as if her heart was hit by something.
The two of them would talk before going to bed, saying things that they didn't have time to say during the day.
They all tacitly avoided the part of her memory that was missing.
She hadn't thought about what to say, and he was afraid she would be sad if she thought about it.
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