After the two planning teams had left, Zhou Tao opened Mu Tianye's computer and, staring at the crystal white flower on the screen, suddenly realized.
"So this is an epiphyllum!"
Collecting the computer and documents from the desk, Zhou Tao carefully knocked on the door of the president's office and placed the items on the table.
"What would you like for lunch?"
The man didn't look up from the documents before him.
"Not hungry."
"Then I'll order you some porridge and some light side dishes. The lady said..."
Scratch—
A finger pressed too hard, the pen tip tore through the paper, scratching across the desk with a grating sound.
Mu Tianye lifted his gaze from the ruined signature, his dark eyes aflame with anger as they fell on Zhou Tao's face. He threw the damaged document over.
"Redo it!"
Zhou Tao hurried to catch the document and left the room, frowning and shaking his head outside.
