The meeting room of Shenghan's HR department.
The vast meeting room was occupied by only two people, the atmosphere quiet, the air stagnated.
Sitting at the head of the table was a man exuding an air of prestige. He wore a black high-end shirt and crisply pressed black trousers. Casually leaning against the backrest, he rubbed his temple with long fingers and was lifting his wrist to check his watch.
The man seated next to him was also a man.
A clean, crisp white shirt, gray trousers, features cold, demeanor indifferent.
He too lifted his wrist to check the time.
"Abusing presidential powers by reporting to work early, is that appropriate?" Bai Xiaoyu, dressed in the white shirt, spoke up lightly, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. He wasn't a fool, could he not see what this was about?
Han Luoli lowered his wrist, his voice deep and distant as he spoke, "Bai Xiaoyu, how come I remember someone telling Xiao Er that the President of Shenghan is a cunning old fox?"
