"Secretary Zhou, if you smiled more, you'd definitely be a lot more beautiful— it'd be a shame to waste such a fine figure," Tang Feng said with a smile.
"Don't waste your efforts, hmph!" she said before returning to her own seat.
Xiao Yan sat down next to Tang Feng and asked, "May I know what tasks the boss has for me?"
In reality, she didn't hate Tang Feng that much; after all, his looking at that wasn't really their business and they had no right to meddle in it.
Maybe he truly wasn't interested in them.
To be blunt, it was self-inflicted sentimentality.
Still, she felt a bit uneasy—what did he want to do?
Provide financial support?
"You don't need to be nervous; your expression is making me uncomfortable. We are just here to talk about work," Tang Feng said.
"Is there something wrong with my work?"
