Perhaps realizing his behavior was inappropriate, he cast a pleading glance at Feng Li, who sat at his deputy's position. As soon as Feng Li caught his eye, he steeled himself and turned to look at Fu Jinghen.
Previously occupied with taking minutes of the meeting, Feng Li hadn't paid attention to Fu Jinghen. Upon looking, he realized something was amiss.
How come President Fu looked... like he was zoning out?
He clenched his fist and lightly coughed twice into his hand, "President Fu."
"President Fu, it's your turn to speak."
"Hmm?" Fu Jinghen suddenly snapped back to reality, relaxed his eyebrows, glanced at Feng Li, and following his suggestive gaze, turned to the marketing manager.
Just as the marketing manager braced himself for "Thunder God's Hammer," Fu Jinghen slightly nodded, "Not bad, quite good, next."
Feng Li: "....."
Uninitiated bystanders might think you were selecting concubines here.
