Groaning, Shen Jiyu reluctantly amended his words. His attention was focused on Feng Mian, his black orbs reflecting only him, "I want you to deal directly with my matters, I don't want anyone else."
What kind of words are these? Nian Zhen thought but what was even stranger was that for some reason, that sentence made his heart pound even quicker. Why? He adjusted his glasses, "Hui Yin, before you head to Human Resources, give Chen Jiang a call, we would be going to his store to pick a wardrobe for Lu Yan. Arrange for good quarters and furnish it, there should be a spare flat in the fifteenth building, Look into it. Inform the Publicity and Media Department that We would have a meeting by 5 a.m."
Hui Yin wrote down his instructions quickly, "Would that be all, Zhen ge?" She asked with that same soft smile that made Shen Jiyu bristle and he gritted his teeth silently.
"And an assistant. Find one for Lu Yan."
