"I said I'm not interested in the deputy manager position." Song Xinxue's voice was quiet but clear.
"I joined the Butler Department just to do my job well. I don't need a promotion or a raise. I'll continue providing concierge services for Buildings A and B, but I don't have the capacity to take responsibility for the other residents."
He Zhongwei's expression darkened. He stared at Song Xinxue for several seconds, not expecting such a blunt refusal. He tried to read something in her face, but it was as still as stagnant water.
"Xinxue, have you thought this through?"
"I have."
He Zhongwei took a deep breath and waved her away. "All right. You can go."
Song Xinxue stood and turned to leave. As she reached the door, He Zhongwei spoke behind her. "Xinxue, you need to know which way the wind is blowing."
Song Xinxue paused, but she didn't look back. She pushed the door open and left.
He Zhongwei sat in his office, his face livid. He picked up his phone and sent Fan Hai a message. "General Manager Fan, she refused."
Less than ten seconds after he sent the message, his phone rang. Fan Hai's voice was icy. "She refused? What did you say to her?"
He Zhongwei recounted their conversation. Fan Hai remained silent on the other end for a long time.
"She doesn't know what's good for her." Fan Hai spoke softly, but every word cut like a knife. "I was going to pursue her properly. I gave her too much credit."
Hearing the implication in his tone, He Zhongwei asked cautiously, "Mr. Fan, what are you planning to..."
"You don't need to concern yourself with this anymore." Fan Hai hung up.
He Zhongwei put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and let