One afternoon accompanying Fu Zhiyun to work, he opened ocean-going videos on the tea table in the living room, held meetings and talked about projects.

Abhorrently, he also asked me to pour tea and cut fruit for food. This man

waved his fist to the air, and I had to resist

cleaning knives in the kitchen, looking back hatefully at the man gracefully holding coffee cups in the living room. What's the reason? A good rest day, and your secretary. What's the difference between working and not getting paid.......................................................................................................................

Fu Zhimei in the living room turned to look at her busy figure in the kitchen after the meeting. For a...