Yan Zimeng: …
She really wanted to curse.
Seeing Yan Zimeng standing there in a daze, Nangong Jue went straight to the door and opened it. "Fang Ming."
Fang Ming shuddered. From his tone, he could tell that he was doomed. Could it be that he would lose this year's bonus? However, he still hurried over. "Sir Jue."
"People who don't have an appointment are casually let up here. What are you doing?"
"In the past, Miss Yan could come up at will, so…"
"You said it yourself. That was in the past." Nangong Jue's face was so cold that it was about to freeze. "Tell the front desk that in the future, if they let people without an appointment up, they can pack up their things and get lost."
"Yes." Fang Ming nodded.
