The director sat in his office chair, looking at Chu Dazhuang with eyes full of flattery.
Could he not take it down?
Chu Dazhuang sat on the sofa, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes as he looked at the director.
It's no wonder the man could become the director, he truly had some tricks up his sleeve.
But Chu Dazhuang didn't say much about it, not offering praise nor belittling by voicing his own opinion.
After all, he was now the director's superior, how could he guess what his leader was thinking?
He chuckled softly and remained still, simply continuing to lift his teacup and gently sip his tea.
Soon after, the director's office door was knocked, and the accountant walked in with the official seal.
"Director."
The accountant greeted the director respectfully, then glanced briefly at Chu Dazhuang, sitting quietly on the sofa drinking tea, his carefree and arrogant demeanor causing his eyebrows to furrow.
