The two of them remained silent throughout the journey.
The atmosphere, in Ye Yuan's view, was somewhat tense.
The person who had managed to make their President cry now seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder, and since getting in the car, their President had been flipping through documents.
Ye Yuan glanced at his hands with distinct knuckles through the rearview mirror, his gaze resting on the upside-down document in his hands.
"..."
Can't you make it a bit more believable? The planning materials are upside-down!
What's the matter, has everyone lost their voice?
Can't anyone take the initiative to say something?
And their President, he must be twisting with psychological tumult, yet he still appears so nonchalant on the surface.
He even wanted to say something to break this awkward silence.
But he was just an ordinary driver.
If the lady sitting next to him were to say that his plan book was upside down, that would be really embarrassing.
