"Can't she come over?" Mo Ang asked.
The assistant, feeling troubled, replied, "Yes!"
In a low voice, Mo Ang asked, "Ask her, what exactly does she want?"
The assistant stammered.
"Hurry up," Mo Ang urged.
The assistant could only muster the courage to ask, "Assistant An, Mr. Mo is asking when you can come!"
On the other end of the phone, Mo Ang angrily growled, "Who allowed you to be so indirect? Just convey exactly how I asked and use the same tone I used."
This woman was actually throwing a tantrum at him, not answering calls, not replying to messages.
What exactly does she want?
The assistant was on the verge of tears. "But... but..." He didn't dare to say it.
Mo Ang coldly commanded, "You don't have to follow my orders, but then you don't need to come to work tomorrow."
"Mr. Mo!" the assistant pleaded.
"Speak!"
The assistant bowed to An Ning. "I'm sorry, Assistant An, if I have been disrespectful, please forgive me."
