The assistant, under Liang Chen's gaze, did not dare to breathe, let alone speak. Silently, he followed him into the car. Not even daring to ask a single question, he hurriedly started the vehicle, stealthily driving towards the hotel.
The meeting was scheduled for eight in the morning. They arrived at the hotel at 7:45, and Liang Chen, as calm as ever, returned to his room. He chose a new suit, took a shower, and changed.
As Liang Chen was buttoning his shirt, he inadvertently glanced at its brand. It reminded him of the shirt that Jing Haohao had bought for him, also from this same brand. His fingers suddenly paused, and he abruptly kicked the vanity mirror in front of him.
The glass mirror shattered, scattering pieces all over the floor with a clattering noise.
The assistant, who was about to enter Liang Chen's room to call him, froze at the door, too startled to react.
The normally unflappable and mentally strong boss seemed particularly irritable today!
