Han Luoli returned with light steps, moving so cautiously that it had the secretaries dumbfounded once again.
Mr. President, this is your company, what on earth are you hiding from? Where's your magnificent presence, your aloof elegance?
Why did they feel the interactions between the president and his wife were so bizarre?
Back in his office, Han Luoli didn't think there was anything wrong with his recent demeanor. He sat directly on the leather sofa, lazily crossing his legs, and flashed an inexplicable smile towards the wall opposite him.
Suddenly, he picked up a remote control lying nearby, and his long fingers with distinct joints rapidly pressed a few buttons.
"Click"
A sound seemed to emerge from the white wall opposite him.
And then, something amazing happened.
The perfectly clean white wall slowly transformed into a huge screen, displaying a very cozy office. On it appeared a little face, plump and pink, hesitating over where to place a stack of documents.
