"President."
Everyone fell silent and stood up in unison.
Jiayi, holding her laptop, stepped aside first.
The man's complexion was cool, his features exquisitely carved like fine jade, his demeanor proud and aloof. His narrow, profound eyes swept around the conference room, and he asked in a light tone, "Why are you all here so early?"
People were stunned, arrived early?
Yue Lan stood up, very nervous, "President, didn't you say the meeting time this morning was 10:10?"
Huo Zhenyang's brow rose sharply, quite dissatisfied, "I said it was 10:30. Can't even get the time right?"
His voice was filled with authority.
A murmur rose among the department heads in the meeting room, all looking dissatisfiedly at Yue Lan.
So it was she who had got the President's time wrong.
"Yue, you've been a secretary for so many years, how could you get wrong the time of the meeting you notified us about?"
