Mu Yingchen put down the work in his hand and flipped through the files the two of them had brought. Then, said with an expressionless face, "It seems that your work abilities have been declining recently. You even come to me for such trivial matters."
Both of them felt a lurch in their hearts upon hearing this.
"Later, I'll have to talk to Feng about redistributing some of his unfinished tasks to you both. This way, not only will it reduce his workload but also enhance your work abilities. What do you think?" By the end, Mu Yingchen suddenly lifted his head to ask the two.
"Hehehe," Ji Hua and Mu Chuyang chuckled dryly in unison.
"Good, that's good," Ji Hua nodded.
"Yeah, I also think it's quite good, hehe," Mu Chuyang's expression was close to crying.
Mommy! He was already miserable enough, and now he was about to get more work, he might as well go bang his head against a block of tofu.
