Swoosh—
Zheng Haoyu walked to the window and pushed it open. Below the Huaxiang Group building, a silver Bentley was parked quietly. He pulled a smile across his handsome face, "Go, tell Wang Lan to prepare some desserts and milk tea, and wait."
In the information department, everyone exchanged glances. During a crisis, isn't the boss supposed to intervene? What is he doing?
Of course, such questions could only remain unspoken. While curious, they obediently went to the top floor secretary's office to notify.
Zheng Haoyu smiled, the shallow dimples showing that his mood was exceptionally good. He returned to the computer, switched systems, and started repairing the program.
Finally, he pressed the enter key, Zhang Yuan clapped his hands, "Oh yeah, done!"
The Su Family's information department cheered, immediately surrounding Zhang Yuan, "Master, master, this..."
"Master, this code..."
"..."
