"Mr. Wang, you're here?!" Zhao Wanyun jogged up to Wang Dong, his face beaming with smiles.
His attentiveness was even beyond what Wu Ping had shown him.
It also confirmed the saying—being in charge simply means being a bigger lackey.
"You all hurry up, come over! Line up to welcome!" Zhao Wanyun barked at the nearby staff, "Are you all blind or what? This is Mr. Wang!"
The surrounding staff were momentarily stunned, then quickly gathered around.
However, Wang Dong's face remained expressionless, and he casually waved them off, "Forget it, go back to your own work. Wanyun, there's no need for this!"
With that said, Wang Dong strode inside.
Zhao Wanyun followed behind like a little lackey, his face filled with smiles.
But at this moment, in his heart, he truly wanted to curse Wu Ping's ancestors for eighteen generations!
It was all because of this idiot, that he now found himself in disfavor on all sides!
