His eyebrows were furrowed, clearly deep in thought.
The department manager glanced at the time, "President, it's nine-thirty."
Luo Xiao didn't move, his head was slightly lowered, and his position holding the pen hadn't changed; the manager thought it strange, could he have fallen asleep...
He stood up as he thought, reaching out to lightly push Luo Xiao's shoulder, "President?"
Luo Xiao started in surprise, suddenly standing up, "Don't touch me!"
With a bang, the coffee cup was knocked over, spilling all over the table.
The manager was scared half to death and hurried to clean up, "Sorry, President, I didn't do it on purpose..."
"It's fine," Luo Xiao raised his hand to touch his forehead, "I was just distracted."
"President, it's almost ten, you stay late at work every day, your health is bound to suffer sooner or later," the manager had long wanted to leave, "Why don't we continue tomorrow? This plan isn't urgent."
