After hanging up the phone, Ji Rui picked up his suit jacket and bag and walked out of the office. Lin Ling heard the noise and stood up to face him.
"President."
Looking at Ji Rui's injured forehead, Lin Ling's eyes involuntarily shrank. She was afraid that if Ji Rui was in a bad mood, it might affect her.
"If there's nothing else, pack up and leave work early. See you next year!"
Ji Rui rarely showed his empathy towards his subordinates, and this kindness left Lin Ling pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you for your understanding, President. Please take good care of your injury. See you next year!"
Ji Rui did not respond to her words, just nodded expressionlessly and left with large strides.
Lin Ling's mention of understanding referred to the messes Ji Rui often had to clean up for her.
Ji Rui entered the elevator, pressed the button for the basement, and pursed his lips while watching the numbers flash downward. A slight sigh unconsciously escaped his mouth.
