After cursing rudely, Hai Lan hung up the phone and then blocked Wei Zhijie's number.
Wei Zhijie felt dumbfounded and embarrassed, his face alternating between pale and flushed, the frustration stuck in his chest was suffocating.
How could Hai Lan be like this?
Her language is getting cruder and cruder!
And he hadn't said anything yet, how could she just curse at him like that?
The more Wei Zhijie thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He wanted to call back and scold her a few sentences, but the call wouldn't go through.
Hai Lan had blocked him!
Now Wei Zhijie felt even more uncomfortable, and for the whole day, he was stewing in anger with nowhere to vent it.
Before the working day was over, Wei Zhijie left the company.
He couldn't stand it anymore, if he couldn't find Hai Lan, he could go find Wen Jingheng. He wanted to warn Wen Jingheng not to hurt Hai Lan.
Wei Zhijie thought he was being noble, and never believed he had hurt Hai Lan.
