Xin Bo became silent, warily watching the elegant man whose expression had abruptly changed.
However, Xiao Qimo turned his head to ask the girl beside him, "Did you remind them yesterday?"
Lu Mian nodded, "Yes, I mentioned it briefly."
"Huh," Xiao Qimo's elegant and gentlemanly features flipped like the pages of a book. One second, he was comforting Xin Bo with magnanimity, the next second his gaze upon Xin Bo turned cold and sharp, colder than the chill outside.
He glanced at the researchers going back and forth carrying pots in the yard, then back at Xin Bo, and with thinly pursed lips, he gave an emotionless command.
"Quarterly bonuses are canceled, everyone carries the pots back and forth thirty times."
"Mr. Xiao?!"
Xin Bo had not expected that just sighing a few words could provoke Mr. Xiao's anger.
Xiao Qimo's gaze grew even colder.
"I have to listen to her, do you dare not to?"
With an authoritative and domineering tone, he looked sternly at Xin Bo, exuding a chill.
