"Yes... it's the CEO."
After speaking, the department manager wiped the sweat from his face, swallowed hard, and sat back in his chair, feeling like he had just dodged a bullet.
But who would have thought, before he was even seated properly, a deep voice echoed once more: "I don't keep idlers. If you try to fool me with this kind of stuff again, you're out."
"Yes... yes!" Sweat started dripping from the manager's forehead.
"Everyone, leave." Fu Nancheng held a pen in his right hand, lightly tapping it on the table, his aura icy cold.
The people in the meeting room hurried out one by one in silence.
It wasn't until everyone had completely left that Fu Nancheng's hand slowly stopped moving.
He stared at his phone for a long time, and seeing that it was nearing noon, he finally made a call.
"Miss Qiao got up at eight, now she is having a meal with the same man."
His brows instantly furrowed, his gaze becoming even more menacing.
Could it be Jiang Jinghao?
