The person replied, "There were some changes to Zhou Tong's schedule, and she was overseas."
Slam. Xuxu closed her documents and flung them hard onto the conference table.
This Zhou Tong was getting more rampant.
The atmosphere in the conference room turned freezing cold in a split second. This was the first time where everyone felt a tremendous amount of stress in a meeting hosted by Xuxu. Even their breathing was cautious.
Xuxu stood up and furiously left and bought the documents along with her.
Back to the office, she walked straight to Yan Rusheng's office. Without knocking on his door, she twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked in.
The man was seated serenely on his luxurious swivel chair, sipping his coffee and reading the newspapers.
Xuxu was filled with inexplicable anger. She was working her socks off while he was idling and enjoying himself.
