Xia Qingqian shuddered with fear, her brow furrowing slightly, feeling a deep sense of grievance in her heart.
The Young Master's demands were too strict, and the talent from the planning department had been assigned to her for the fifteenth time, each time ending inconclusively in the Young Master's rage. The people in the planning department had to keep striving, and being rejected by the CEO fifteen times was somewhat damaging to their spirits.
"Can't even complete a plan, what did I hire you for?" Beitang Yao's voice was exceedingly gloomy, and Xia Qingqian felt as if she were standing under a dark and overcast sky, engulfed by a fierce storm.
Retreating wasn't an option, standing still wasn't either, she stood frozen in place like a statue.
"Ye Feng, get Nancy here immediately," Beitang Yao said into the phone.
Seeing Xia Qingqian still standing there, his anger that had just subsided flared up again slightly, his icy eyes narrowing, "What are you still standing here for!"
