The elderly man in his eighties had a head of white hair, but his back was still straight. He surveyed the entire office with a cold gleam in his eyes. He glanced at the secretary standing beside him. "Where is President Ming?"
His secretary calmly answered, "President Ming is away on a work trip."
If Ming Ansheng's secretary wasn't capable of handling such situations, there was no way he could assist Ming Ansheng.
A crease appeared between Ming Zhongsheng's eyebrows and in a shrewd voice he asked, "Work trip?"
After they had a huge fight, Ming Ansheng had left the house and there wasn't any news from him.
But he knew his whereabouts and what he had been up to. He had planted spies everywhere in the company.
He heard that he wasn't at work for the past two days, so he dropped by to take a look.
The secretary nodded and politely answered with, "Yes, President Ming went on a work trip to Country M."
