Mo Ang saw the photo taken from above, at a forty-five-degree angle, which made An Ning look small, innocent, and pretty, and he couldn't help but smile. 'Not bad, the dishes look good, and she seems to really enjoy the food!'
'Are you satisfied?' Wen Rufeng asked.
'Satisfied!'
Wen Rufeng continued to ask, 'What about the bank urging repayment? Can you make a call to the bank manager?'
'Sure!' Mo Ang agreed.
'Thank you.' Wen Rufeng typed these words with gritted teeth, full of resentment.
'You're welcome.'
"Damn you, how dare you say you're welcome, welcome my foot." Wen Rufeng cursed angrily, but the words she typed were completely different, full of courtesy and flattery. 'Actually, if we have any issues, we should communicate well; there's no need to resort to external connections as if our group is so disorganized or the company is in some crisis. If we keep having conflicts, we'll definitely suffer. Don't you agree?'
