Zhiyao's assistant felt deeply indignant on his behalf, and Zhiyao caught every clear detail of it.
Yet the man remained ever composed.
His eyes were a deep, inscrutable black.
As if getting too close would result in being devoured by Zhiyao.
"Mr. Pei, do you really not plan to intervene? These people are just too much, especially Zhao Moxuan, who now that he finally holds some real power, is being completely overbearing. I can't stand to watch this anymore."
Zhiyao responded with a heavy tone, paying no heed to his assistant's remarks.
On the contrary, he furrowed his brows and let out a laugh.
To the assistant, it seemed like Zhiyao was also somewhat resentful.
But Zhiyao would never show it on the surface.
"You first organize all the information on the other projects you have on hand, making sure to list every detail. As for other matters, don't worry about them."
After he finished speaking, he went back to dealing with his work.
Yet the assistant was full of confusion.
