She knew Mr. Chen was displeased.
No supervisor could tolerate having subordinates joke around in their presence.
Liang Weining averted her gaze, choosing her words carefully, "One aims for higher places, and I cherish every opportunity Mr. Chen has given me, so I believe there will be one."
Even when she had veered off track, she always managed to cleverly navigate back on course.
His secretary had quite a knack for smooth-talking.
After she finished sharing her 'sincere thoughts', Chen Jingyuan didn't react; his expression was no different from before. But it was often this unshakeable demeanor that was the most disconcerting.
Liang Weining was always detached.
If she couldn't figure him out, she had no choice but to give up.
In the silence, Xu Zhou came over with a tablet; there was a document that needed Chen Jingyuan's signature.
On the couch, the man's presence was calm and steady.
The atmosphere was as usual.
