Zhang Hao frantically shook his head, a portrait of denial.
Watching him stammer, his eyes flickering away from hers, Fan Mengyao knew she was right.
"Forget it," she said, her voice flat. "Don't bother coming in tomorrow."
"What? Miss Fan, please, just let me explain…"
Fan Mengyao had already turned her back on him, walking away without another word.
Her mood, already foul to begin with, had curdled into pure fury. This was the last thing
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