Gu Jiahui quietly glanced at Ai Xiao.
Ai Xiao became even more anxious and blurted out a few incoherent words.
Soon, Gu Jiahui interrupted her.
Wearing glasses, his eyes behind the lenses revealed a cold expression in front of ordinary employees for the first time: "Didn't you write a character analysis?"
Ai Xiao stammered, "I... didn't write it. I was planning to..."
She initially wanted to lie, saying she wrote it and left it in her room, but considering they all lived in this hotel, and the rooms were upstairs, President Gu could just have her assistant fetch it, and the lie would quickly fall apart.
Therefore, there was no need.
She planned to improvise on the spot.
Gu Jiahui, with a stern face, waved his hand, "I don't want to hear you make up stories. Memorize the script. If you can't, I'll have the company replace you."
Ai Xiao's face turned as pale as paper in an instant.
