Fu Sinian was alone in the elevator, his gaze fixed on the billboard.
It was pure green with a drop of water. There was a small patch of emerald grass in the drop.
It was really green!
The elevator stopped. He started the wheelchair and got out.
Secretary Chen Song immediately came forward.
"President Fu, all the documents needed for the meeting are ready."
"Remove all the advertisements in the elevator!" Fu Sinian ordered coldly.
"Advertisements?" Chen Song did not react for a moment.
Fu Sinian was already heading straight for the conference room.
Chen Song was still in a daze.
Why would President Fu worry about such a small matter? It was simply unbelievable!
… .
After Shi Qian returned, the old master prepared a lot of delicious food.
After dinner, she took a walk with the old master. It was only about seven.
"Grandpa, I can't stay with you. I have to get busy," Shi Qian said.
