The deputy general manager faintly heard a woman's voice over the phone and silently handed the document to Feng Li.
So that was it.
He understood.
In Lin City, the weather was overcast, with dense clouds blanketing the sky, creating a heavy atmosphere that felt oppressive.
But the crisp female voice on the other end of the line seemed to bring the good weather of Jiang City with her.
"Damn it! He cut me off again. What, he looks down on female drivers?"
Wen Qiao, phone in one hand, seemed to command the world with her other hand on the map: "Sister Yao, hit him back! I'll pay for it if we have to. We won't take this crap."
Fu Jinghen pinched the bridge of his nose: "Wen Qiao, you—"
"Motherf*cker—"
Fu Jinghen hadn't finished speaking when Wen Qiao interrupted him again, agitated: "He even whistled at me. What's that about, he wants to pick me up?"
After saying this, she realized that Fu Jinghen had seemed to call her name just now.
