As Ling Siyao's newest personal assistant, Anyu had already gotten fully up to speed in the half month since she started. She handled every task in an orderly, precise way—almost flawless.
Ling Siyao's gaze swept lightly off the stack of documents, and the corner of his eye flicked toward the woman at his side.
Beautiful, capable, meticulous—he had to admit, his mother really had found him a damn good assistant.
Only, no matter how good or how beautiful a woman was, so what?
"Pass the word along, the meeting is delayed half an hour." Ling Siyao spoke briefly, not even bothering to flip open the file in front of him.
"Mr. President? May I ask if you have something important?" Anyu lowered her lashes. There was nothing urgent on the President's schedule.
"Mm, something very important."
"All right, I'll go make the arrangements."
Anyu didn't ask further and hurried off to get things taken care of ahead of time.
