The elevator went directly to the 37th floor.
Outside the president's office, Wei Zheng knocked on the door.
Qiao Mianmian heard a deep, cold voice inside, full of magnetism, with a bit of majesty that superior people possessed.
"Come in."
Just listening to this voice made people feel that the person inside wasn't easy to get close to.
She followed Wei Zheng into the office nervously.
"Chairman Mo, Ms. Qiao has arrived."
After Wei Zheng said this, he turned and left.
The door was gently closed again.
At once, Qiao Mianmian and the man sitting at his desk reading documents were left in the huge office.
This was a masculine office, most of the furniture inside was black or grey.
The color was simple and a bit dull.
Only a few potted plants were placed to slightly alleviate its monotony.
The man was buried at the black desk…
