At Feng Internationals,
Gao Fan walked with hurried but measured steps to reach the President's office. His eyes were having the smoothness of satisfaction, but even with that softness, his face never left the stoic expression, he was trained to have on.
Giving a knock at the door, he waited to get permission before entering the room. His eyes came to halt when saw Feng Shufen sitting behind his desk, as usual doing his work.
Being all polite in his attitude, with his hands at the back, he informed, "President Feng, old Han will be back to Chiboa by late-night tomorrow".
Feng Shufen's heard everything. His pen did not stop but the secretary did not miss his expression from pausing. "Tomorrow is WeiWei's debate competition, I don't want any creation of mess around." He plainly ordered. To which the Secretary nodded at once, understanding his orders.
"I got it, President Feng. I would send someone to keep an eye on him as well as Ms Wen Sying."
