After a long day at work, it's evening.
Chu Xinyue clocked out, walked out of the building, and waited for a taxi as she usually did.
But she heard footsteps approaching.
Ya Chen, wearing a white shirt and iron-gray trousers, walked over from the zebra crossing: "Hi."
Her mind cleared, and the suspicions in her heart turned into certainty: "Was it you who fired Ye Meng and transferred several colleagues from our department to the warehouse?"
"You're welcome."
Chu Xinyue: "..."
She paused, feeling both angry and amused: "I wasn't planning on saying thank you."
Ya Chen raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "So you're saying you'd rather invite me to dinner directly?"
"... What I mean is, next time, please don't do this."
"Are you saying my punishment wasn't harsh enough? Should I increase it?"
Chu Xinyue was completely speechless and took a while to speak: "What I mean is, please don't do this to them."
