Yi Jiuzhou smiled gently and said, "Little Luo, it's getting late, shall we go for a meal?"
"Sure."
Yang Luo nodded.
Just then.
The long-haired woman ran over and knelt down before Yang Luo with a "thud".
She sobbed and pleaded, "Mr. Yang, I was wrong, I truly know my mistake!
Please be magnanimous and forgive me this once!"
As she spoke, she slapped her own face, turning it bright red.
Yet, she seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to slap herself.
She clearly understood that if she did not receive Yang Luo's forgiveness, she would have to leave immediately.
You see, the Chinese Medical Association is growing rapidly nowadays, not only with high wages but also benefits far better than what typical companies offer.
Countless people are desperate to work for the Chinese Medical Association, and naturally, she did not want to lose this job.
"What's going on here?"
Yi Jiuzhou frowned and inquired.
"Little Luo, did this woman offend you?"
Lin Aocang also asked.