Even though the girl's affections were feigned, Zhan Moxiao still felt incredibly content. Feeling her soft, seemingly boneless hands pounding on his shoulders, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, as if caressed by a spring breeze.
He had just watched through surveillance and had already understood Ou Lan's intentions, which pleased him enormously.
If it were him, he would also have replaced Gu's original team without hesitation. For Ou Lan, a nineteen-year-old girl with no business experience, to think of this was quite admirable.
What impressed him the most was that she first fired a bunch of underlings to establish her authority, then temporarily stabilized the management team, giving herself a week to completely overhaul and reorganize.
Indeed, he had high hopes for her.
But he wouldn't praise her now.
