When Lin Fan walked through the door of the general office, everyone's gaze turned towards him, their contempt splashed across their faces; after all, the dirty and tiring jobs no one in the office wanted to do had always fallen to him.
"Yo, isn't this the genius? Not staying in the secretariat, have you been demoted again?"
As soon as Lin Fan sat down, a man in his forties holding a thermos walked in. He spoke in a sardonic tone and was named Xie Zhifu, a driver in the agency's fleet. Since his wife, Qu Liping, was the director of the office, and he clung to his wife's coattails, he often loitered around the office, and no one dared to say a word.
"Who would have thought that our office was keeping a dog?"
In the past, Lin Fan could only stay silent, but now he no longer needed to. Since they had used their connections to trample him in the past, it was his turn to have some fun.
"Who are you calling a dog!"