An Jinhua arrived at Nanchen.
He sat on Zhou Jin'an's guest sofa with his legs cocked up, exuding arrogance.
"Director Zhou, since your Nanchen is responsible for drafting the plan, can you please show some professionalism? Look at this—what kind of work is this?"
As soon as his words fell, Xu Mei handed a document over to Zhou Jin'an.
Qiao En went in to report on the day's work schedule and happened to witness this scene.
That document was the initial draft she had submitted.
But somehow, it had ended up in An Jinhua's hands.
Zhou Jin'an took it, glanced at it for a moment, and his face immediately changed.
"This document has not been approved by Director An yet."
Qiao En couldn't help but add a comment.
"Secretary Xu, this wouldn't be your handiwork, would it?"
Xu Mei let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Could it be your handiwork then?" Qiao En retorted.
In front of everyone, Xu Mei turned dark with embarrassment.
