Mike impatiently said, “If someone’s lost, call 911. If someone’s dying, call 911. I’m sleeping, goodbye.”
Then he promptly turned off his phone and hugged me, ready to continue sleeping.
I poked him. “You’re really not going? She’s a young woman alone–what if something happens to her?”
“I have no moral compass, don’t try to guilt–trip me.”
Mike snorted. “Besides, if she’s unconscious, how does she know to have someone call me? I may be loves-
ick, but I’m not brainless.”
I patted Mike’s head. “Yes, yes, your clever little brain was only good for sending people money.”
9
Tom was sentenced to prison.
Mr. Chen was the one who told me the news.
One year and two months.
I couldn’t believe that the male lead in this novel was really so useless–in the early parts, apart from being good at fighting, he had nothing going for him.
No wonder Emily had been looking exhausted lately, making mistakes in her work.
I have to say, without Mike as her golden finger, Emily had become quite ordinary.
Even the sunniest personality can’t stay bright once you enter the workplace.
Initially, she interviewed several business elites with enthusiasm, but being a novice without expert guidan- ce, her articles were bland and failed to make any waves.
In contrast, after interviewing Mr. Chen, my content was insightful and skillful, attracting everyone’s attenti-
- on.
With Mr. Chen’s name as a reference, subsequent interview invitations became effortless.
Now Mike had to take a number to get on my interview list.
To this, Mike responded, “I’ll take a number for your interview, but not for you.”
