In the genuine leather executive chair, the man shifted his gaze from a few documents on the desk to the tablet.
His fingers still tapped on the desk, but not gently anymore; they were deliberate and forceful with each tap.
"Go check."
Wei Feng had been waiting for these words. As the President's special assistant, some things could not break protocol. For example, no one was allowed to disturb the President during meetings. However, some people were not included in "anyone," such as Miss Gu.
He went to the meeting room as soon as he discovered the post because he knew how important the girl in the headline was to the President.
Wei Feng left, and Han Luoli nodded to the executives to sit down, returning his gaze to the meeting documents. Yet his eyes were cold and sharp as ice, cutting through the air.
