In the afternoon.
Wang Xi left home and headed to the company again.
He bought some snacks on the way, carrying them in a paper bag. There were candies, chocolates, chips, jerky, and the like, but sunflower seeds made up more than half of it, in all sorts of flavors.
They were for the receptionist, a young woman named Jiali. He remembered that she seemed to love eating sunflower seeds.
When he had just started the job, she had kindly given him a few pointers, and Wang Xi had said he would thank her properly once he had some money. Although Lin Zhifeng, the one who had overheard him, was already gone, he couldn't just pretend it never happened.
You had to do what you said you would. Otherwise, don't say it. That had always been his principle.
Just as Wang Xi arrived at the company's entrance, he saw a short-haired young woman with smoky makeup, wearing a black shirt and a black mini-skirt, walking out with a small purse slung over her shoulder.
"Good afternoon, Miss Jiali."
