Whoosh!
In the silent hall, the cold words spoken by Zhao Meng sounded like thunder in Bai Luo's ears, making him pale with shock!
In front of the desk, he stood stiff as if spellbound, motionless as he stared at Zhao Meng. It felt as though he was asking: How... How did he know?
"Gulp!"
The sound of his secretary's adam's-apple moving was the only response Bai Luo received.
At the door, the secretary, originally on his way to make tea for Zhao Meng, froze mid-step upon hearing Zhao Meng's words, his legs heavy as if filled with lead, unable to move even an inch, his face a picture of horror!
"Huff~"
Hearing the secretary's gulp, Bai Luo took a deep breath, tried his hardest to regulate his emotions, and without answering Zhao Meng, sharply commanded the secretary, "Get out."
"Yes... Yes, Director."
The secretary nodded in panic and fled from the office as if escaping.
