Fang Yuan inquired with a puzzled expression, "Did he go out to discuss a collaboration?"
Wang Ning responded, "No…"
At that moment, Fang Yuan also grasped the situation. "Fetch him here."
"Of course," Wang Ning nodded and promptly set off to locate him.
Fang Yuan, intrigued, inquired further, "He's just a vice president. Is it necessary to personally invite him?"
Wang Ning replied cautiously, "A mere phone call or message would provoke his anger…"
"Oh, really?" Fang Yuan arched an eyebrow, noting his apparent airs. "Then I'd like to witness how irritable he can get."
After some time, a middle-aged man, roughly around 40 years old, entered Fang Yuan's office. He had a portly build, a round face, and a rather intimidating gaze. As soon as he reached the office door, he made a show of dominance, addressing Wang Ning.
"Now that a new master is in town, you've forgotten about your old master?"
