The director took out his phone and, upon seeing the caller, couldn't hide his delight.
As if seeing a savior.
He said to Rong Cheng, "Director Rong, I need to take this call outside, excuse me."
On any other day, the director would surely speak politely.
And then have someone next to him entertain.
But today was clearly different.
Without waiting for Rong Cheng to speak, the director promptly opened the door to the private room and went out.
Not only Jiang Ruan was fed up with Rong Cheng, but so was the director.
He had never met such an arrogant and pompous old man.
Jiang Ruan hadn't provoked him at all.
Why did he have to be so aggressive?
Wasn't it just sheer idleness?
The door closed behind him, and Rong Cheng's face immediately looked even uglier.
This was clearly not seeing him, Rong Cheng, as significant!
The atmosphere in the room was colder than cold.
Rong Cheng sat in the main seat.
But no one paid him any mind.
