Lin Congzhi turned into a wooden chicken, leaving only "...".
Staring at this scene, Jiang Yimei frowned and immediately snapped, "What are you looking at? Answer the question now!"
Feeling that doing this in public was a bit inappropriate, Lin Congzhi, who had been startled and regained his senses, casually said, "That kind of thing can be handled by the personnel department. There's no need for my classmate Jiang to worry about it."
"Don't bring up the past with me!"
Hearing Lin Congzhi recount his past, Jiang Yimei felt a wave of nausea and disgust.
"Okay! Finish this coffee with me, and I won't mention it again."
Lin Congzhi raised his coffee, gestured domineeringly, and then took a small sip.
Jiang Yimei utterly despised this Lin Chongzi, who bullied the weak by taking advantage of his power and influence.
Now we're under someone else's roof, so we have no choice but to bow our heads.
After suppressing her anger, she returned to her original seat with a dark expression, sat down, and gulped down her latte.
Looking at him with great surprise, Lin Congzhi exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "I really didn't expect that your ability to wolf down your food hasn't disappeared."
In the past, in order to pursue him and get closer to him, Jiang Yimei would secretly go to his cafeteria to eat; every time she saw him finish eating, she would wolf down her food and clear her plate in an instant, and then pretend to come over to wash the dishes by chance, trying to get close to him.
As that scene from the past resurfaced in his mind, he still found Jiang Yimei incredibly adorable, and perhaps that was why he remained devoted to her.
Jiang Yimei, whose tender lips were still adorned with a ring of white milk foam, understood Lin Congzhi's implied meaning. Immediately, anger flashed across her delicate face. She then raised her slender hand, pointed at Lin Congzhi's proud nose, and angrily rebuked him: "Lin Congzhi, you went back on your word!"
"Pfft!"
Lin Congzhi couldn't help but laugh. He was really amused by Jiang Yimei's smooth-talking, donut-like, yet fierce and shrewish appearance. He felt that the two styles didn't match at all.
Jiang Yimei, enraged and embarrassed, her anger flared even more: "What are you laughing at? Do you really think I wouldn't dare leave?"
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, and I won't laugh anymore..."
Lin Congzhi raised his hands in surrender, genuinely afraid that his prey might become desperate and refuse to see him again.
Seeing Lin Congzhi's face darken and his expression return to seriousness, Jiang Yimei calmed down slightly. She then took out a piece of paper and wiped away the sweet white foam from her lips.
Afterwards, she forced herself to calm down until her anger was almost subsided, then lowered her voice and casually asked, "When can I start work?"
Lin Congzhi's eyes were clear, and he gave an impatient reply: "Immediately!"
Her angry face immediately turned pale, and Jiang Yimei was shocked: "Immediately? So soon? I'm not ready yet."
"Your lack of preparation is the best preparation."
What did Lin Congzhi mean? Did he mean she was prepared to embarrass herself? Or did he genuinely praise her for being so outstanding that she could accomplish anything without preparation?
Jiang Yimei didn't believe that Lin Congzhi, who was full of bad intentions, would praise her out of kindness; she was sure he was up to some kind of prank.
Just as she was about to get to the bottom of things, Lin Congzhi, having finished his coffee, stood up straight, then arrogantly put his left hand into his pocket and strode forward without saying a word. Finally, as he passed by her, he uttered a deep, authoritative voice that left no room for argument: "Come with me!"
Where to?
Jiang Yimei's delicate face was filled with curiosity.
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