Summary
Jiang Yi’s colleague sent me a photo of him hugging his secretary. “Keep an eye on her, sis,” he said.
I didn’t pay much attention to it.
Because Jiang Yi had shown me the company group photo before.
Among a bunch of pretty girls, that secretary had a bare face, a sallow complexion, and was as ordinary as could be.
He had complained to me countless times about her:
“I’ve never seen anyone so dumb. She can’t do anything right.”
“She looks plain and doesn’t know how to dress up. It affects the company’s image.”
The tone of disdain is still fresh in my memory.
But later, he ended up beating up her fiancé for her, and was detained for ten days.