"Delayed again?!" Lin Beichen received a call from Song Changkong's assistant and couldn't help but exclaim aloud.
Was Mr. Song, Song Changkong, going to sacrifice him at this rate!
"But..." Lin Beichen glanced at the door of the large conference room, hesitating whether to tell the truth to the assistant, that he hadn't actually spoken with Mr. Ron but instead, it was someone who had come for a job interview chatting inside.
No way!
This mix-up had blown up. If the General Manager found out, with his temper, wouldn't he …
Lin Beichen suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, his whole person became uneasy.
I can't tell!
If I can stall for a little while, then let it be just a little while! After hanging up the phone, I'll try to go in again and end this dreadful farce!
Lin Beichen couldn't help but wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.
