An'an twitched at the corner of her mouth. This Wang Lan was truly... sharp.
Wang Lan very politely brought the milk to the lounge and retreated out just as politely, returned very calmly to the secretary's office and asked, "Did you make the call already?"
An'an immediately raised her hand to answer, "I already called. The wife will be here soon."
Wang Lan nodded calmly, "As subordinates, we must protect our boss' interests!".
An'an and the others rolled their eyes in unison. They really weren't sure who their real boss was.
Wang Lan politely waited forty minutes before walking into the president's office with a stack of documents. "President Zheng, Miss Qin is here, she insists on meeting you. She is waiting in the lounge."
"Alright, good". Zheng Haoyu's eyes were still fixed on the documents, not lifting his head. "Give her a cup of milk and let her wait a little while."
"Yes." Wang Lan nodded. The president's response should at least appease his wife for the moment.
