As he appeared too murderous despite Sire Nine's forbearance, Ji Ziming, who had been in the industry for many years, thought that such tricks were not worth racking the brains for.
Upon receiving the signal from him, Pei Ge nodded and politely waved goodbye to the elderly man. Once the two left the meeting room, she brought her secretary and assistant to the HR manager's office.
"Please come here more often; I'm really looking forward to working with you."
There was a somber look in the man's eyes as his frosty aura was akin to a poisoned dagger that stabbed Sire Nine's heart.
Doubt flashed across the elderly man's gaze, but he still shook his hands with the chap before getting in his commonplace Mercedes Benz.
Standing at the entrance, Ji Ziming looked in the direction where Sire Nine had left while frowning. From the look of the car, he could tell that elderly man had been driving it for a long time.
