The president's office was so quiet that only the sound of the assistant walking around outside could be heard.
Ke youbin was counting the clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window when the president's phone rang.
On the spot, ke youbin took a step back to avoid suspicion.
Chongyi entertainment was only a part of the Luo group, or rather, it was Luo tianlin's private property.
Therefore, as a manager, he was not qualified to listen to the other Affairs of the group. He didn't want to hear any trade secrets and cause trouble.
However, ke youbin noticed that his phone was still ringing when he retreated to the sofa.
She looked at the boss's table and saw half of Luo tianlin's face hidden in the dark. His emotionless black eyes were so dark that they seemed to be dyed with ink, immersed in a bottomless abyss without any light.
Ke youbin suddenly felt a gust of cold wind, and goosebumps rose all the way from the soles of his feet.
"Old ... Big ..."
