She had clearly given Zhang Jianing advance notice to help her ask for leave. She never expected her to be so unreliable and to make such a blunder.
Her face burning with anger, she turned to confront the person responsible. Sensing trouble, Wang Jie reached out to stop her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Li Yuanyuan, already fuming, shook off his hand.
"Where? I've been played like this, and you think I can't ask what the hell happened?"
Having said that, without waiting for Wang Jie's reaction, she marched off in her slim high heels, clacking straight to Zhang Jianing's office.
She leaned against the office doorway and said to everyone inside, "Where's Zhang Jianing? Tell her to come see me; I have something to ask her."
Her tone was rather domineering, but no one dared to express their dissatisfaction. After all, she had a powerful backer!
Zhang Jianing, the one Li Yuanyuan had called out, quickly stood up from her desk and walked over to Li Yuanyuan.