After Fu Zhi finished filling in the written request to take a leave, she handed it to Ouyang Feng for approval. Then, she turned around and gazed at Qian Man.
"Sending text messages is too expensive," she said. "Besides, it's not that big of a deal."
Qian Man was speechless.
'Well, I guess not only poor guys like me are stingy. Rich people like her are stingy as well.'
Ouyang Feng gave the written request for leave back to Fu Zhi.
Hu Lei's face was beyond dark. If one had to describe it, they would compare it to the face of a wife catching her husband having an affair with her bestie on their wedding night.
Fu Zhi put the written request for leave into her bag. She thought for a while, then pulled a pen out of her bag and began drawing a mechanical heart on a piece of paper on Ouyang Feng's table.
