The girl turned around in slow motion, then slightly more seriously reminded, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid we don't have enough time. The meeting is in half an hour."
In front of the desk, Chen Jingyuan got up from his leather chair with an impassive expression, and walked towards the sofa area. As he passed by, he glanced at her with indiscernible emotion, "What do you think I'm going to do that would take more than half an hour?"
Liang Weining's heartbeat faltered slightly.
It seemed reasonable.
She walked over calmly to close the door and, under the gaze of the big shot, took a seat opposite him.
This posture was clearly the standard for a superior to talk with a subordinate. She had indeed thought too much just now.
"How long since you were made permanent?" Chen Jingyuan asked.
Without thinking, Liang Weining gave a precise answer, "At 10:05 AM on October 30th, I signed the permanent contract; it's been exactly one month to this day."
