"But, didn't you just say..."
"I'm still busy with work, so let's skip the briefing for now. We can talk about it tomorrow. After all, these projects will eventually be handed over to you."
Zhao Moxuan felt that Pei Zhiyao was targeting him.
However, after these words were spoken, Zhao Moxuan couldn't find the vocabulary to refute.
The man, helpless, eventually left the scene.
Little did he know, behind Zhao Moxuan's calm exterior was a storm of anger and irritability.
"Handed over to me..."
Once outside, Zhao Moxuan kept mumbling this phrase to himself, his thoughts obscure.
Yet in his eyes, there was a discernible disdain for Pei Zhiyao.
Pei Zhiyao's current concession was made with reluctance and dissatisfaction.
At the same time.
Yan Jun's call happened to come for Pei Zhiyao.
"Have you finished your work over there?"
"No."
Yan Jun chuckled and took the initiative to invite the other party out.
"Come on, let's go out for a drink. It's on me."
