Director Xing said, raising his hand to pat the shoulder of the man in work attire.
His enormous red nose appeared even more vivid under the meeting room lights: "Teacher Nan, situations like Old Zhuang's are not uncommon in my department."
"We've organized this EAP salon precisely to solve the real problems of our employees, haven't we? Old Zhuang's insomnia, while not major, isn't trivial either. Over time, it might wear down his health, which is a minor issue, but it could delay work and affect team morale, which is a significant matter. I've been troubled by it for a while."
"If possible, could you help Old Zhuang on the spot and perhaps provide some advice to others in our department as well?"
His gaze was fixed on Nan Zhubin, and although his words were polite, his body language was entirely imposing.
His lack of height somewhat diminished the intimidating effect.
The audience, who had just settled down, started discussing quietly again.
