Special Assistant Bei Yuan paced back and forth in front of the President's office. The secretaries who were familiar with the way the assistant's mood stayed silently to do their job.
They knew well that when the assistant was anxious, it also meant that that the President should be in a very bad mood. Even though they were curious to know about what had happened, none of them dared to ask a thing.
The elevator door slid open and Secretary Pan walked out. The secretary walked out of the elevator with his head low. He was too focused on the documents in his hand to realize that Assistant Bei Yuan was right in front of him.
Suddenly, Secretary Pan noticed a pair of black shoes appeared in his line of gaze. When he looked up, Assistant Bei Yuan was staring back at him with his bright eyes. Looking at his face, Secretary Pan suddenly grew scared.
Before he could run and hide, Assistant Bei Yuan had already grabbed his arm.
