"Fuck it, I'll just quit!" That guy named Wang Tao was also being stubborn at this point.
The receptionist girl quickly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Little Tao, don't be impulsive, if we lose our jobs, how are we going to pay our mortgage?"
Wang Tao's face instantly changed, his confidence deflated. He and the receptionist girl were a couple; they had registered for marriage and taken out a loan together to buy a house. After paying the mortgage every month, they barely had any savings left. Now, if they lost their jobs and couldn't find new ones in time, the mortgage would suffocate them.
"Just why are you getting so worked up? I haven't done anything to her. It's just a joke, isn't it? I haven't actually laid a finger on her, heh heh." At this moment, Li Xuehai shamelessly burst out laughing.
"Li Xuehai, have you had enough?" A middle-aged man approached, rage written all over his face.
