"Chatting away one by one, all of you seem to have ample free time, don't you?"
Behind them, a cold laugh suddenly pierced the air like the arrival of a devil: "All the work on your hands is done, is it? Hand over yesterday's interview draft immediately, and those who aren't working, feel free to keep chatting!"
Everyone tensed and scurried back to their desks, pretending to be busy.
The two colleagues who'd been called out to submit their drafts were frantically searching: "Bro Ji, give me just five more minutes, I promise I'll hand in the draft."
Ji Wenxu walked in from the entrance, his eyes gleaming coldly behind his glasses, his demeanor strictly businesslike. He truly was the devil of the news department.
"Uh, Mr. Ji, I'm busy too."
Nie Rujun, who was hugging a pile of snacks, snapped back to reality and turned towards her seat to walk away.
She moved too late. Just two steps away, Ji Wenxu called out, "Stop there, come to my office with me."
