As for the employees discussing topics in the work group, Li Qiao didn't mind.
She was new and just an intern, and she hadn't been added to the company's work group, so she didn't know what they were discussing.
At that moment, the man hung up the intercom and leaned back in his executive chair, suggesting with hidden meaning, "The position of a special assistant should indeed be special."
Fine then!
Li Qiao bent her fingers to rub her nose and turned her head to look out the window as if nothing was wrong, muttering softly, "You're the boss, what you say goes."
In a flash, a smile slowly spread across Shang Yu's dark eyes. He rested his right forearm on the desk, leaned forward slightly with his muscular chest, and his tone was somewhere between a command and a suggestion, "From tomorrow on, don't wear brightly colored clothes to work, okay?"
She probably didn't realize the effect that blue suit had on her.
