Gu Nuan looked again at his side and saw Wa Zicong, motionless, lying on the bar.
"Chairman Chen, we can notify Mr. Wu's colleagues."
"He only brought an assistant," said Chen Jiaming. "It's a man, not very convenient."
What did that mean? Isn't it more convenient for a man to take care of a man?
At that moment, Chen Jiaming lifted the corner of his mouth towards her and said with a look that seemed like she should understand, "Manager Wu just said that whenever he got drunk, the tea you made, he'd drink in one gulp and would sober up the next day, not delaying work."
Gu Nuan opened her mouth to say something more when Chen Jiaming stepped down from the bar stool and patted her shoulder, "Do well—"
This statement clarified why he had hired her and called her here. If she couldn't even handle such a small matter, it meant she was utterly worthless.
The disparity in treatment between men and women in the workplace was glaringly obvious.
Gu Nuan furrowed her brows.
