Rong Qian pushed the door open and instantly sensed the Boss's mood was sour.
Glancing up, indeed, the already stern brow seemed re-carved on an Arctic glacier, the look he gave carried shards of ice.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Rong Qian was clear in his mind.
It was probably related to Sicheng.
Rong Qian handed the document he held to Lu Changchuan, "Mr. John from TM Group says he's very keen to meet with you."
"Flying to Germany tomorrow."
Lu Changchuan opened the document and signed his name.
Before Rong Qian left the office Lu Changchuan called out to him, "What about that document from Sicheng?"
There it was, as expected.
But the problem was, there was no talk of cooperation in Sicheng.
The bewildered expression appeared for only a moment; Rong Qian quickly caught on, "That document, after Miss Ye gave it to me, I handed it to you."
Then he corrected himself, "It must have been left in the car, I'll go look for it right now."
