In the CEO's office, Ouyang Xiaoya propped her chin with her hand, carefully sizing up the man in front of her.
He was dressed in a sharp black suit, and the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a faint, steady aura around him.
It was just the pained, bitter expression on his face that ruined the whole vibe.
"Lin Hai, can you take this seriously? You're the president now; you have to act like one."
Lin Hai rolled his eyes, helplessly responded: "CEO, can I not be the president? I'd rather be a security guard."
Ouyang Xiaoya was so annoyed she couldn't stand it: "You dead beast, can't you have a bit of ambition?"
Yesterday, when Gao Dashang was taken away by the police, he looked completely dejected and dazed, babbling nonsensically, "I am the president of Youming Ya Group, you can't arrest me."
So many people would kill for the chance to be a president, and yet this guy looked so unhappy, it made you want to punch him in the face.
