Zhou Fei's complexion showed embarrassment.
Vice President Li didn't even know how to smile at such a low-level mistake.
Nearing thirty, seen all there is to see, and yet toppled by a love-struck brain, is it funny or not?
Everyone fighting tooth and nail over interests, and Zhou Fei, so young to be in her position, was only fixated on men rather than the stock price graphs.
Being a director's wife, would that be better than being a bank president?
After years of studying and struggling in the bank, she now wanted to retire to have kids and manage household affairs.
Even if that person had Wen Yangzhi's charisma and wealth, it's still a joke.
Wen Yangzhi signed his name in a line of fluent, regular script, neat yet spirited; one would think him pure and untainted just by looking at the handwriting.
He handed the document over to Vice President Li.
Vice President Li accepted it with a smile, "Then I'll be going back first."
Wen Yangzhi nodded slightly.
