Not long after Jiang Yiren left, Zeng Li suddenly came over.
"The cooperation didn't work out?" Zeng Li asked right away, as she had been hearing negative remarks about Song Guanchao these days.
"Recruiting a supermarket isn't like picking stars, it's not that difficult."
There was no need for Song Guanchao to hide anything from her.
"I get it, someone targeted you again." Zeng Li was clever and quickly guessed that someone was deliberately smearing Song Guanchao.
To be precise, they were smearing Wu Qiangwei, and Song Guanchao got caught in it.
"I want to go eat Japanese food tonight." Zeng Li picked up the pen on the table and twirled it around her fingers.
"Okay, if I don't work overtime tonight, we can go."
He could find an excuse to refuse Jiang Yiren, but he couldn't refuse her.
Zeng Li suddenly stood up, leaned over half of the desk, arms supported on the table, her palm resting on her cheek, her round little bottom sticking up high.
