"He..."
"We're not going."
He Ye said indifferently, "There's still some work to finish up at the studio, Zhiwei and I can't make it, you guys go ahead."
He didn't give He Mingzhu any respect.
After He Ye spoke, those who had agreed to go felt somewhat embarrassed but immediately changed their decisions.
"Miss He, I'm sorry, I just remembered, I have some overtime work to do, so I won't be going."
"Same here, I need to prepare some materials."
"I have to go home, it's my mother's birthday."
No matter how many excuses there were, in the end, everyone decided not to go.
The courteous smile on He Mingzhu's face finally began to falter, but she couldn't get angry and could only manage to say, "Then, maybe next time."
The staff members quickly dispersed.
The smile disappeared from He Mingzhu's face all at once, and she released all of the pressure that came with her superior status, angrily saying, "Xiao Ye, what do you mean by this?"