He didn't know what had happened either.
All that is known is that the president, who had been calm and composed during the meeting, returned to his office, glanced at his phone, and his refined and handsome features instantly darkened.
Like dark clouds pressing down, rolling with an oppressive, gloomy darkness that seemed to threaten to swallow and drown people.
The veins on the back of the man's fair hand bulged, and the thin phone was almost deformed from his grip.
This was the first time he had ever seen a man so angry. Assistant Chen held his breath and whispered, "Mr. Qi, if you have no further instructions, I'll leave now?"
Qi Shen suppressed the fire raging in his chest, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses still shrouded in a faint gloom, his voice deep and cold, "Hmm, you can leave now."
Having received a response, Assistant Chen dared not linger for even a moment longer.
The office door was gently closed, and the blazing sun outside the window couldn't warm the chilly office.
Qi Shen roughly tugged at his tie, recalling the young man Fang Zhi had met that day—
The son of the Jiang family.
Zhizhi's homeroom teacher misunderstood; he knew that the little girl wouldn't talk to the Jiang family's son right now.
The fact that there has been no talk does not mean there is no inclination to talk.
A cold, sinister smile curled his thin lips. He chuckled, wanting to see just how bold anyone dared to provoke him.
And his little girl isn't well-behaved enough. Knowing that he has expressed his feelings, how dare she let others get close to her?
Qi Shen replied to a message from the homeroom teacher.
[There may be some misunderstanding. I trust Zhizhi, so please don't rush to ask Zhizhi and the others to confirm. I will ask her during this week's break.]
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