Xue Yang was a little baffled but quickly figured it out. It's probably because Wu Meiju is up to something again. Xing Xing wants me to stay away. What a joke. I came today precisely to confront Wu Meiju. How could I possibly retreat now? It's a shame Xing Xing is just a receptionist.
"Huh?" Before Xing Xing could react, Xue Yang had already opened the door, entered the company, and was heading straight for his office.
He had just sat down when a commotion erupted outside. Here they come.
Xue Yang sat at his desk, turned on his computer, and started to work, completely ignoring the noise outside.
"Protest!"
"Protest!"
"Prote—"
A group of people burst into the office, but the sight of Xue Yang sitting calmly in the boss's chair sent an inexplicable chill through them. The previously noisy company fell deathly silent. The boss's office itself exuded an intangible pressure.
