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Mi Fangfang looked at Zhao Hai with a pitiful expression.
"I'm sorry, Brother Zhao Hai. The computer's memory isn't enough. Keeping those earlier versions is pointless; you might as well clear them out so you can continue working on new drafts."
"And remember, you need to develop good habits and clean your desktop regularly, or else the computer will lag."
"You!"
Zhao Hai was on the verge of a breakdown. Just moments ago, the Client had emailed him, asking him to choose one of the first two versions. But Mi Fangfang had emptied the recycle bin.
I pretended to care and walked over, patting Zhao Hai on the shoulder.
"Zhao Hai, what's wrong?"
Zhao Hai stared blankly, not saying a word.
I turned to Mi Fangfang. " Fangfang, what's going on with Zhao Hai?"
Mi Fangfang looked innocent. "I don't know."
"How about I try using a massage gun on him?"
With that, Mi Fangfang approached Zhao Hai with the massage gun and poked him hard in the back.
"Ah!" Zhao Hai yelped, snapping back to reality.
"What are you doing?"
Mi Fangfang looked at him with a wronged expression. "Brother Zhao Hai, I'm sorry. I saw you standing there without moving and thought you were asleep, so I wanted to wake you up."
Zhao Hai was furious, but being a man, he felt embarrassed to yell at a young girl. All he could do was glare fiercely at Mi Fangfang.
Mi Fangfang started to cry under his intense gaze.
"Zhao Hai, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry anymore. I know I was wrong."
Huang Jingshan arrived and heard Zhao Hai cursing. He walked over and punched him. "What are you doing? Don't you know Fangfang is crying?"
Zhao Hai was on the verge of tears. "I... she deleted all my design drafts, and I... I can't remember."
Huang Jingshan frowned. "It's just a few design drafts. Don't be angry. Fangfang just started working here; she's just a little girl. Don't take it out on her."
"Come with me; I'll help you," Huang Jingshan said, pulling Zhao Hai along.
Fangfang stood there, watching their retreating figures with a look of grievance.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
Ah, Fangfang. You really are innocent.
That afternoon, Huang Jingshan was scolded by his supervisor. He had just returned from vacation and was behind on his work.
With his head down, Huang Jingshan endured the reprimand while secretly rolling his eyes.
Fangfang stood behind him, looking pitifully at the supervisor.
Ha.
Huang Jingshan, this is what you get for opposing me in your past life.
Now even your boss is abandoning you to save himself.
Huang Jingshan was scolded for two hours.
When work ended, he stayed in the office, fuming as he vented in the company’s non-work group chat.
A colleague asked him, "What did you get scolded for?"
"Isn't it that Mi Fangfang? She sent my Blueprint to the Client and ended up messing up all my data."
"Now the Client doubts my abilities and is planning to look for another company to collaborate with."
"I'm really fed up."
Huang Jingshan cursed in frustration.
A colleague tried to comfort him, "Come on, Mi Fangfang didn't do it on purpose."
"How is it not on purpose? She clearly knows how important that data is, yet she altered it without permission."
"Alright, alright, don't get so worked up. If you get angry, no one will care about you."
Huang Jingshan shot back, "It's a miracle I haven't killed her yet."
He added, "That woman has a screw loose."
Huang Jingshan typed furiously, venting his anger.
I sat at my desk, watching his chat window, a smirk creeping onto my lips.
Oh Huang Jingshan, look at you now.
In a past life, Mi Fangfang deleted all your design drafts, and you had no choice but to ask for my help.
I stayed up three nights in a row to help you finish those designs.
But then you turned around and took all the credit for yourself.
The Client even praised your talent.
This time around, Mi Fangfang has messed with your design data completely.
Let's see how you handle this.
Huang Jingshan continued to complain in the group chat while Mi Fangfang came in looking pitiful to apologize.
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