At the same time, Bo Yunli had already reached home first, thanks to Bo Zhan's threat and warning in the morning.
"... Did you remember what I said just now?" At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Lu Wenbin was standing to the side, using his phone to record his work. He was as obedient as a puppy.
"I've remembered everything. Don't worry, President."
Even though Bo Yunli was sitting in a relaxed posture, his back was still straight. His crossed legs were casually placed, and the trousers of his suit pants were long and straight. There was not a single trace of creasing left behind.
He placed one arm on the armrest of the sofa. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and with his other hand, he was casually reading a financial magazine.
