The short-haired girl still wanted to say something to the man in the Mercedes, but a large hand attacked from behind her and pushed her aside. Xu Ke, who she had pulled behind her earlier, stood expressionlessly in front of the Mercedes man. "I don't have time to waste with you here. Jiahe Group wouldn't want someone like you. You can leave now; there's no need for an interview."
"Just because you say you don't want me, then I'm not wanted? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're President Xu? Don't be ridiculous. If someone like you could really decide my fate, I'd livestream myself eating shit, okay? Ridiculous!"
