"Xiao Feng, Zhuo Yifan is still young and certainly lacks work experience."
Lu Liang got up from his desk, went to the tea room, and brewed some tea while smiling, "If he does anything wrong, you'll need to guide him a little."
"Manager Zhuo has done well with every project over the past few years, and he will surely complete this one successfully as well. You're overthinking it."
Wang Xiaofeng refused to offer guidance, his tone slightly aggrieved, as he could tell Lu Liang was speaking with him alone to soothe his emotions.
A crying child gets more milk, so if you want to compensate him, please do it forcefully.
"Have a cup of tea; your hard work over the years hasn't gone unnoticed." Lu Liang smiled, unbothered.
Since Wang Xiaofeng is an employed professional manager and not his cultivated confidant, there's no question of any grooming gratitude.
