Shen Jing heard that Zhou Luchen had visited, and she also heard that he had already gone to Switzerland.
The salary for the 5th never arrived; perhaps that severance pay signified a definitive end.
Once the Spring Festival passed, another wave of cold air swept in.
Away from the heating, it felt cold no matter how many layers one wore.
These past few days, Shen Jing had been tackling the tasks assigned by her manager. She genuinely failed one negotiation after another. Cups of strong liquor were forced to her lips, followed by groping hands trying to take advantage of feigned drunkenness.
Watching the waiter clear away the bottle of high-proof liquor, Shen Jing pushed aside the man's wandering hand. "Sorry, I don't drink."
The portly, middle-aged entrepreneur's eyes turned cold, his gaze fixed on the liquor spilled on the back of his hand.
"Miss Shen, with such little sincerity, you still expect to partner with me?"
