After he finished speaking, the entire meeting room remained as silent as death. For over a minute, no one dared to utter a single word.
Everyone who had just been bossing Yun Qiqi around and giving her a hard time turned pale.
The middle-aged, pot-bellied deputy minister looked especially ashen-faced, cold sweat streaming down his back.
No one had expected that Yun Qiqi's real backing wasn't Secretary Qin.
It was... Yan Yan himself!
"This... this..." The deputy minister, under pressure, stammered after a while, "BOSS, you've misunderstood. We just asked Secretary Yun to help with a small task."
Yan Yan leaned back in his chair, still lazily asking, "What small task?"
The deputy minister was immediately silent.
He wasn't sure how much Yan had seen of what they did earlier. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he said, "Just... just pouring a few cups of coffee."
