When she stopped and asked him for instructions, his slightly cold and gloomy voice sounded, "Go translate all this Russian material, then print each one."
Xia Qingqian was stunned, looking at the pile of documents that had appeared on the desk without her knowing when, she was dumbfounded.
"Young Master, when should these be translated?" She had a hint of worry, with a faint unease spreading in her heart.
"Before you've completed the translation work, tomorrow's reception duties will be arranged by someone else." He made an excuse to renege.
Just now, for some reason, he felt as though a sharp needle was pricking his heart at the thought of having her arrange the reception duties.
"Young Master!" She took a step forward, the brightness in her eyes suddenly dimmed, "I will translate the documents as quickly as possible, but the reception duties should also be arranged by me, alright?"
