Rome, Italy.
Since yesterday, Diers has been in a bad mood.
Diers, who usually finishes work promptly at 2 p.m., was in the office till midnight yesterday. His entire staff at RC Group were too afraid to leave early and so accompanied him until they finally left at midnight.
Usually not showing up at the office until 10 a.m., this morning, Diers appeared in there as early as 6 a.m., with a dark expression on his face, seemingly in a foul mood.
"President, your documents." After hurriedly putting down the papers, his secretary quickly left, afraid to stay a second longer.
But it is what it is.
Diers is the kind who is prone to throwing tantrums when in a bad mood. So who wouldn't hastily make themselves scarce in order to avoid his wrath?
As soon as the secretary's high heels can no longer be heard, Diers, his anger seething, slams his pen onto the desk.
He stares ahead angrily, and gritting his teeth he whispers, "Xu Siyu!!"
Xu Siyu! Xu Siyu! Xu Siyu!!!
