The next day.
Li Zaijun went to the company.
A luxury car stopped downstairs, Wen Xian wearing sunglasses sat in the driver's seat, watching her enter the company, the corners of his lips slightly curved.
As Li Zaijun went upstairs, everything felt like it returned to the previous day.
Except this time, she was here to "apologize."
A row of people were waiting upstairs, and Bai Ya was still sitting there.
The supervisor looked at Li Zaijun complexly, no one could understand why she came to apologize. Even though the cooperation was lost, she didn't want to cause more trouble.
This young girl's background was not that simple, was it?
Bai Ya looked at her arrival, still with a lofty demeanor, looking at her with a trace of contempt and coldness in her eyes: "I thought you would be stubborn to the end, but it seems that's not the case."
Li Zaijun innocently looked at her, shrugged, and unexpectedly said: "It's not me who's kneeling, why wouldn't I come?"
