Liang Tao instinctively shivered and turned around to see He Xing standing there expressionless, which terrified him so much that he began to tremble, stammering, "President He, when did you arrive?"
"Step aside, I'll write it," said He Xing without expression, radiating a chill.
"Oh, oh," Liang Tao hurriedly stood up, moving so quickly that he nearly fell while stepping back.
He Xing sat in the chair Liang Tao had just vacated, his eyes narrowing slightly like twinkling stars—a habit of his when pondering over a problem. Seconds later, his eyes reopened, sharp and penetrating.
His well-defined hands tapped on the keyboard, and within just a few minutes, he had written several hundred words. After finishing, he revised carefully several times, then about ten minutes later, he clicked save.
"Follow this idea, be concise and to the point, too much talk and no one will read it."
"Yes, President He."
