She was already uncomfortable for being late, and now they were docking her pay. Lu Ming seemed utterly indifferent.
The secretaries all wanted to retort, Miss Jing, just be grateful! President Lu has never been this polite to anyone but you.
Lu Ming glanced at the cup of coffee Jing Yiren had smashed under her desk.
He repeated his earlier command, "Bring in a cup of coffee!"
"I won't!"
Jing Yiren still refused, even though she now knew it was her own fault.
But she was in a bad mood and didn't want to serve anyone.
"..." Lu Ming's expression grew stern, "Jing Yiren! What do you think this place is?"
"Isn't it just a fine for disobedience? Just fine me, okay?" Jing Yiren retorted arrogantly, seemingly careless.
Lu Ming's face hardened, warning her, "Your behavior is grounds for dismissal!"
"..." At his words, Jing Yiren felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Was he really threatening to fire her?
Jing Yiren gritted her teeth in anger.
"Then fire me! Who cares!"
