"Why did President Shen call him in?"
"I get shivers just thinking about being called into that place alone."
"Is she addicted to firing people now?"
"Please don't call me, please don't call me... Amen..."
About half an hour later, Chen Mo emerged from the room, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Little Muffled, are you... okay?" A colleague who usually got along well with him asked in a hushed tone, a mix of concern and worry in their eyes.
Chen Mo gave him a reassuring look. "It's not a big deal."
"That's good."
As for what was said when he was called in, his colleagues didn't pry further.
After work, Chen Mo invited his colleague to dinner.
"It's not a holiday, not our birthdays, why suddenly invite me to dinner?" His colleague teased with a smile.
"To celebrate."
"To celebrate what?"
"To celebrate my good mood today."
"What kind of reason is that?" His colleague chuckled.
