Just like now, it's time to get off work, and there are two people blocking the way, asking questions and giving fake flattery.
Ji Li frowned, "Can't you two do your jobs properly? Talking nicely in front of me won't do you any good; you'd be better off doing your job well."
At this moment, a beautiful and capable woman walked by, parting her red lips: "It's the end of the workday. Are you blocking Young President Ji because you want to tag along for dinner?"
"Manager, that's not it, we actually have some questions to ask." Those two who were flattering weren't really respectful to Ji Li. Who's ever heard of a president clocking in and out like a regular worker?
They just wanted to make things a little difficult for Ji Li—that kind of moderate flattery that wouldn't disgust but also couldn't be criticized.
Who knows, this wealthy second generation might like it.
