"Did you vote too?" He asked calmly.
Feiyu was oblivious to the incoming trouble: "Yes, yes."
The Third Young Master stared at him with cold eyes: "Good, write database programs for me tonight. No sleep allowed!"
"Huh, why?" Feiyu widened his eyes, puzzled.
Database programming, simple yet tedious and boring, was not usually his responsibility but rather his task to supervise. It wasn't any kind of complex professional coding that required a genius like him.
"No reason. You work when you're told to, no slacking off. Otherwise, your annual salary will be docked."
Feiyu wailed, feeling as though he had bad luck. The Third Young Master was in a bad mood for some reason. That's not right. The Third Young Master just pulled a quick one on a company and should be feeling good about himself. Why is he reacting like this? Suddenly, he had a revelation. He widened his eyes and broke into a cold sweat.
Could it be he pissed off the Third Young Master with his earlier comments?
