After shopping, Su Ran dropped Ye Zhichen off at her place and didn't return to the company. Instead, clutching her spoils of war, she headed to the Fu Consortium.
At this time, Fu Consortium was caught in a low pressure that was suffocating.
The entire company was in a state of high alert.
Vice President's office.
Fu Qixiu looked at the stack of documents on his desk and the crowd flooding into his office, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed.
"What the hell is all this crap you've written? No way, no way, not only would my brother not accept it, but it can't even pass my scrutiny."
"The hell with it—everyone get in there yourselves. Don't even think I'll take the fall for you. If you're scared to die, don't you think I am too?"
Upon hearing this, the senior executives immediately slumped, pleading:
"Second Young Master, we are really at our wit's end. Half an hour is simply not enough!"
"Second Young Master, you are our only hope, please help us!"
