At that moment, Assistant Chen was reporting the arrangements for the past week to Yixiu Leng, but was abruptly interrupted by a piercing sound of shattering glass.
Following the sound, Assistant Chen saw that the cup in Yixiu Leng's hand had been crushed, the shards cutting into his palm. Blood dripped through his fingers onto the desk, but the man seemed completely oblivious.
"President Leng, your hand is bleeding!"
The man remained unmoved, the atmosphere thickening. Even at a distance, Assistant Chen felt a cold wind sweeping across his face.
He sighed heavily. The air conditioning must be on, and it was supposed to be warm in the room!
"President Leng, I'll find someone to bandage you up." Assistant Chen thought it would be wise to slip away, considering the boss's mood. However, this thought was extinguished almost immediately.
"Wait."
