In the afternoon, Pei Yibai finally went to the company.
Of course, unsurprisingly, Song Weiyi did not go to work with him and was sleeping soundly at home.
Wang Meng observed his boss's expression for a long time and, seeing that Pei Yibai's face was calm and unsuspecting, he had wanted to inquire about Song Weiyi but now lacked the courage to do so.
Anyway, he had already told Xiaohe that Song Weiyi would not be coming to work today, so it definitely wouldn't be a problem.
"The meeting that was delayed this morning, arrange it for three o'clock," Pei Yibai, holding a pen, commanded Wang Meng without even looking up.
"Understood, President Pei."
After a while, Pei Yibai stood up, furrowed his brow, and gazed out at the scene beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.
The incident from yesterday served as a warning to him that continuing this way was obviously not viable.
He took out his mobile phone and made a call to his father, Pei Chengde.
