Song Wanwan muted the phone and didn't pick up the call immediately.
After hanging up the phone, the messages on the phone started coming again.
It's nothing more than going down to eat.
Song Wanwan ignored her and kept her eyes on the conference room.
Finally, ten minutes later, the door of the conference room was opened by Mu Sen.
Rong Luchi was the first to come out.
The man had a cold, expressionless face that was tightly taut, and a pair of black eyes that were as deep and unfathomable as ink.
The senior shareholders walked towards the elevator.
Everyone was very serious.
But there is a kind of attitude that dares to be angry but not to speak out.
As a small designer, Song Wanwan, although calm, also has a sense of inexplicable oppression.
Seeing Rong Luchi's expression that was similar to that of King Yama, she didn't dare to go forward and join in the fun.
"Designer Song, I'm delivering a cup of coffee to the boss." Mu Sen quietly walked to Song Wanwan with iced coffee.
Song Wanwan shook his head: "I'm scared!"
"I'm scared too! It looks like today's talks have failed." Mu Sen didn't dare to breathe.
He rarely saw his eldest son like this.
I guess at this time only Song Wanwan is effective and can calm his anger.
Song Wanwan originally wanted to refuse, but Mu Sen had already stuffed the coffee into her hand.
There is no other way, I just have to go ahead with it.
Song Wanwan stood up, hesitant.
Mu Sen returned to his workstation and gave him an encouraging gesture.
come on!
Song Wanwan wanted to cry but had no tears. She looked at the president's office from a distance.
The man's handsome face was gloomy, and he looked like a storm was about to come...?
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