Chapter 897: Now is My Personal Overtime

On the surface, everyone was still discussing work, but in reality, the chat group had exploded. Messages were refreshing every minute, surpassing 100 in no time. Those with slower typing speed couldn't even reply to the previous message before the next one came in. It was a competition to see who among the singles was the fastest. "Damn it, I finally know why the instant noodles I bought don't taste good anymore. It's because I don't have a girlfriend." "Your instant noodles don't taste good not because you're single, but because you're poor. Open your eyes and take a good look at Mr. Foley's luxurious standard edition in his bowl, and then look at your Lao Tan Sour Cabbage Noodles... That's what we call wealth disparity." "Did you see Mr. Foley just now? Oh my god, he's so gentle... sob sob, I envy his wife so much. I want Mr. Foley to feed me too." "Well, do you have a wife as amazing as Mrs. Foley? Are you as beautiful as her? Can you cook like her? No? Then get back to work!