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The supervisor's face was ashen, standing at the office door with fury radiating from him, his hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white.
He had already made up his mind; this time, he would scold that disrespectful brat until he knelt down and apologized!
He had no intention of letting Huang Haoran off easily this time!
In his mind, he had rehearsed thousands of scathing remarks, each one laced with precision enough to make the kid feel utterly humiliated, wishing he could just disappear into the ground!
That's right, he would start with Huang Haoran's attitude!
That lazy demeanor showed complete disregard for his supervisor—what kind of attitude was that?!
Then he would bring up the old grievances, specifically that damned presentation from last week!
As the supervisor thought about it, a cold smile crept onto his lips. He had asked for revisions on that presentation, and it had turned out a complete mess; it was utterly useless. This time, he would humiliate him thoroughly, making sure he understood just how lowly his position was!
Just as he was about to speak, his mouth opened to unleash a thunderous roar—
Then he saw Huang Haoran's face.
It was a face adorned with a "not my problem" smile.
As if all of this were just a boring play to him, and the supervisor was merely the clown jumping around in anger!
That smile was calm, indifferent, and even… tinged with mockery.
The supervisor's expression twisted in an instant!
"You son of a…!"
He erupted in rage, blood pressure skyrocketing as he kicked the chair violently. The chair slammed against the desk with a jarring noise!
"Huang Haoran, what kind of attitude is this?!" he shouted, his voice trembling slightly at the corners. "Do you have any idea that my strictness is meant to help you become a better person?!"
"Do you think I enjoy scolding you?!" The supervisor pointed at him, his hand trembling with anger. "It's because you refuse to learn! It's because you never improve! It's because you'll never figure out how to be a competent employee!"
"How can you still wear that arrogant expression?!"
"I'm trying to help you, you ingrate!"
Everyone in the office held their breath, the air thick with an oppressive tension.
But what surprised everyone was that Huang Haoran remained unfazed, his smile still plastered on his face, even… deepening.
The supervisor's chest heaved with rage, his mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say!
Everything felt wrong!
Usually, at this moment, Huang Haoran would lower his head, adopting the demeanor of a "drowned dog" who had been scolded into submission, almost on the verge of tears!
But today—this guy not only showed no signs of panic but wore that infuriatingly calm smile?!
That smile seemed to say:
"Go ahead and keep scolding; I couldn't care less."
"No matter how angry you get, it won't hurt me one bit."
This attitude was even more outrageous than talking back!
The supervisor's anger flared up again; he couldn't lose this battle, couldn't let this kid act so arrogantly in front of everyone!
"What kind of attitude is that?!" His voice trembled as he pointed at Huang Haoran. "I'm talking to you, and you're making that disgusting face? Who do you think you are?! Do you think you're something special?!"
The more he scolded, the angrier he became. His words turned sharper and more venomous, trying to pierce through Huang Haoran's psychological defenses: "People like you have no right to be here! You can't interact with others, can't do your job, can't learn—no wonder you'll only ever be a useless waste!"
"Do you think you're being wronged? Do you believe I'm targeting you on purpose? Please, have a little self-awareness, will you?"
"If it weren't for this company taking you in, who knows where you'd be wandering right now!"
At that moment, more and more employees gathered around, and the entire office was filled with people forming a circle.
Whispers began to fill the air, and the office space buzzed with chatter.
"The supervisor must really be out of his mind…"
"What’s up with Huang Haoran? Why is he so calm?"
"Regardless, Huang Haoran really doesn’t have much of a performance record; it’s not surprising he’s getting scolded."
"But… isn’t this public humiliation a bit excessive?"
"Damn it, this is basically office bullying, right?"
Different voices intertwined in the air; some reveled in the misfortune, some remained indifferent, while others began to question whether the supervisor had gone too far.
But no matter how heated the atmosphere became around him, Huang Haoran remained utterly calm inside.
He stood there, facing the supervisor's furious shouts and his colleagues' discussions, without any emotional fluctuations.
Inside him was like an ocean after a storm—silent, still, and unfathomable.
The world's attacks held no meaning for him anymore.
He once thought he could only live in fear and humiliation, but now, he was no longer the Huang Haoran of the past.
He had begun to change.
The supervisor's chest heaved violently. As he watched more and more colleagues gather around, his anger only intensified, becoming darker and more twisted.
Why was this kid still standing?
Why could he maintain such a nonchalant expression?
He should have been on the verge of collapse, utterly humiliated and unable to lift his head!
The supervisor's fist clenched unconsciously as a thought suddenly struck him—Huang Haoran's resume.
Both of his parents were "missing," and he had mentioned during the interview that he grew up in an "orphanage."
...Ha! This was the perfect opening!
How dare this uncultured orphan act so high and mighty here?
Someone like him shouldn't be allowed to live so arrogantly!
The corners of the supervisor's mouth curled up slightly, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes. Then, his tone suddenly softened, feigning sympathy as he mocked, "Huang Haoran, I finally understand why you are so unteachable."
The whispers in the office fell silent for a moment, everyone straining to listen.
The supervisor deliberately paused, then displayed an expression of "I've finally seen through everything," shaking his head with a sigh. "It's probably because you don't have parents, right?"
"After all, children without proper upbringing turn out this way when they grow up."
In an instant, the atmosphere around them dropped to freezing point; everyone was stunned, and a few even gasped quietly.
"Damn, the supervisor's words... are harsh..."
"This isn't just an insult; it's a direct attack, isn't it?"
"Though... orphans are indeed harder to educate..."
Then, the oppressive atmosphere was shattered by a wave of stifled laughter.
At first, only a few people couldn't help but chuckle softly, but soon the laughter spread like a virus, more and more colleagues began to snicker and whisper among themselves, with some even chiming in—
"Hahaha, so that's how it is?"
"Is it any wonder he's so uncultured? Turns out he never learned how to be a person from a young age."
"Without parents and still so arrogant, it's laughable."
"How can someone like this even get a job? Talk about bad luck."
The scornful laughter echoed in the office, laced with cruel malice.
This was one of the countless humiliations Huang Haoran had endured throughout his life.
"No parents."
"A child no one wants."
"Trash with no upbringing."
These words had sliced through his soul like rusted knives, repeated over the years.
But this time—
These words could no longer stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.
He simply stood there, quietly watching his supervisor, the smile at the corner of his mouth still unchanged.
Only now, that smile had grown colder.
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