Following this, a colleague shouted, "Stop talking nonsense."
The young man, with a loud voice and a stiff neck, said, "Who's talking nonsense? Pan Cheng, why don't you ask your Manager Chen if he knows Pan Cheng. Hmph—"
Chen Ningxi frowned. Why was it about Pan Cheng again?
She pushed the door open and entered with a stern face, saying, "Knowing someone won't help. You stole electricity today, and the penalty will be dealt with according to the rules and the law."
The young man wore a certain sports brand's T-shirt, gray-blue jeans, and his hair was dyed a burnt yellow.
Seeing Chen Ningxi, he looked her up and down dismissively, "Who are you? It's not your place to speak here."
Chen Ningxi closed the door, sat at the desk opposite the young man with a dignified expression, and said, "I've been talking to you for a while now, do you really not know me?"
The young man blinked and, after a delay, realized, "You're Manager Chen?"