My beautiful boss

Peter Wang felt sad and dejected as he walked out of the Human Resources office.

He found it so difficult to accept the result. From where he came, he was feared by all the gangs.

They even called him "Mighty Soldier King". Here in the city, he couldn't even find a decent job because he lacked a college degree. Suddenly, his phone rang. Peter noticed and picked it up immediately

. "Peter," said the voice from the other line. It was his girlfriend.?

"It's over. I'm breaking up with you."

"You've been gone for so long. I need a boyfriend, not a phone pal."

"Darling, please—" Peter tried to get her back.

"I know I've been gone, but I'm back now. I'll always be with you now."

"Oh yeah? Well, what can you give me?"

"A dishwasher working abroad earns much more money than you."

"What exactly can you give me, huh?" she challenged,

"Do you even have savings after working all these years? Have you found a single stable job since you got back? Will you be able to give me the things I want?"

the biggest house you will ever want! Darling, I'm really sorry I've been gone.

will

do

are things going to get better, Peter? Will you ever get to buy me a BMW car? Will you ever get to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can't even

can't deal with this anymore. Goodbye, Peter," she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from the static of his

thief! That

of the street. A lady in uniform was screaming in panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take

"Go away! Right now!"

In shock, every person on the sidewalk squeezed themselves up to the wall

leg back, and with all his might, flung it into the raging vehicle in a strong

drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their hands

"Here's your bag, ma'am."

She was still stunned from

turned to leave. The lady looked like a corporate professional. He imagined her in her air-conditioned office and exquisite jewelry. 'We come from two different worlds, ' he thought. 'It's useless to

What's your name? I… just want to thank you for your

She looked at him as she awaited his response. Peter is at his mid-20's, standing 180 cm tall. His face has well-defined angles on his forehead, cheeks, and

It's no trouble at all. You don't need to take me out for lunch. Thanks for the

still thinking about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the

light

just refused her