"You're all gloomy over this?"
Xia Jie turned her head to look at Yang Hui, who was driving with a relaxed and carefree air. She pursed her lips and said, "You think this isn't worth worrying about? I can already imagine how miserable my life is going to be. I won't get the money, and I'll be criticized every day."
"I've noticed you people love to overthink things. Just do your best. If it really comes down to it, and the company doesn't see your results and treats you unfairly, you can just quit, can't you? If they don't want me here, some other place will."
"Hey, Manager Yang, where are you taking me?"
"We've got nothing to do this afternoon, so I'm taking you for a foot massage. We can chat for a bit."
"Wh-what—" Like a startled rabbit, Xia Jie clutched the front of her dress with both hands, looking terribly nervous.
They were friendly, but not *that* friendly. Taking her for a foot massage during work hours… What kind of move was this? Xia Jie couldn't process it.
