She had barely finished speaking when she realized something was off.
Why did it feel so chilly, especially around her neck, exceptionally cold?
Turning her head, she saw Lu Hualiang at the door of the president's office, his face frosty, with a bone-chilling cold light seeming to burst forth from his eyes.
The icy gaze slowly turned and settled on Xia Weibao.
Then it shifted back to Yang Jian, "The lion keeper in the African Savannah was eaten yesterday, you go feed the lions."
Yang Jian, "..."
What have I done wrong, Master, for you to treat me like this...
Yang Li silently checked the time, exactly two minutes.
Next time, better not to bring this suicidal younger brother back; it's better to save him the running around.
Wait a second, those five women were far more guilty, so why was only Yang Jian punished?
With these doubts in mind, Yang Li looked back at the secretaries' room.
Crap!
He must really be blind!
