Bo Yunli returned to the meeting room.
"Mr. Su, do you have a copy?" manager han asked anxiously.
Su Jin yang pursed his lips and frowned, " I thought it would be fine if I stored it on the computer. There's no extra backup, Yingying.
His understanding of computers was limited to work, and it was only recently that he started using the computer more frequently. In the past, he had left these things to his Secretary.
Why can't I open the file?
He stared at the screen and watched as his and Mr. Nan's hard work was destroyed. His expression was very serious.
Just as she was about to double click on the file again, the laptop in front of her was moved away.
I know it's my heart's blood. Please make a copy next time. Bo Yunli sat at the side, turned the screen to him, and looked at the damaged document.
His voice was cold. It wasn't that he was unhappy with Su Jin yang, but he knew that Su Jin yang had stayed up several nights for this document.
