Song Changkong watched as Lin Weiwei took the stage, ready to speak up for Bai Xiaosheng, and instantly felt a twinge of displeasure.
"Lin Weiwei, these are all the leaders, where do you as a mere assistant..."
"You shut your mouth!" Lin Weiwei glared fiercely at Song Changkong and snapped.
Song Changkong was stunned.
He never imagined that a mere assistant would dare tell him, a general manager, to shut up in front of the entire company's senior management?!
Song Changkong's face turned the color of a purple eggplant, flames nearly shooting from his eyes, he couldn't help but say, "You!"
"What about you!"
"Me!"
"What about me!" Lin Weiwei's voice was sharp, and her retorts came out like a machine gun, not giving Song Changkong a chance to speak.
