"He Group pulled an all-nighter for a meeting, trying to find a way out of the crisis?"
Leng Mo sat on the sofa, his tall frame elegantly crossed at his long legs, a tablet resting on his knee.
With his right hand, he swirled a glass of red wine while his left lightly glided across the screen.
His handsome yet indifferent face bore a mix of mockery, cold detachment, and unbridled amusement as he glanced at the news online, as if it were some sort of joke.
"It seems that this President He is quite the doting aunt!"
The Overbearing Boss's trademark thin lips were lightly pursed, carving out an expression that seemed stoic but was perceived by subordinates as unfathomable, aloof, and arrogant.
"President Leng, should I go talk to President He again tomorrow?"
Assistant Zhou stood at the side, the very image of an exemplary subordinate.
In Leng Mo's presence, he showed none of the arrogance he had before He Sitian, just deference and humility.
