Qin Yao answered the phone, and a man's cold voice came through.
"Qin Yao, do you still want to work here? Answering the phone this late."
"Manager, it's after work hours now," Qin Yao said, feeling wronged.
"After work hours, your phone needs to be on 24 hours for me, to serve me, got it?"
The voice on the phone was extremely arrogant and carried a sleazy tone.
24 hours for you, a phrase with double meaning.
People work for you during working hours, and after work, they still have to be at your beck and call?
Clearly, what he referred to after work was those kinds of things.
From their brief conversation, Ye Chen understood how hard Qin Yao had it recently.
His own company actually had such a scumbag, Ye Chen's eyes turned a bit cold.
Qin Yao didn't respond initially; the other side said coldly, "Did you hear me?"
The tone was arrogant and unquestionable.
"I heard."
"Next time, you must answer my call within thirty seconds," the other side said coldly.
