Knowing that talking on the phone wouldn't lead to any results, Gu Jingchen straightened his voice a bit, habitually pressed his lips together lightly, and spoke with an air of solemnity.
"Shouldn't Secretary Rong be the one to retrieve this?"
Not wanting to go, feeling a little annoyed, Xixia's watery eyes began to flit around evasively, raising the excuse of job hierarchy to find a reason for herself.
"Secretary Rong is on a business trip. Secretary Shang, this is basic secretary work. Do I really need to remind you?"
Hearing the low spirits in the young woman's tone, Gu Jingchen, determined to nip issues in the bud, spoke with a tone that carried a slight sense of formal emphasis and solemnity.
The older man sat at the large chair in the president's office, talking on the phone. His dark, deep-set eyes landed on the bouquet of roses on the desk. He frowned slightly, reached out with his other hand, grabbed the roses, and precisely tossed them into the trash can.
"Alright."
