Mo Xusheng nodded and chatted with Mo Ziyan optionally.
And then he turned and looked at the people who stood behind him, "Let's pack up. I'll let my assistant come and pick you up in the afternoon."
"Okay."
The crowd nodded and politely sent him out.
"Fallacious." The secretary rolled her eyes, and showed an extreme dissatisfaction.
This was the most critical moment for all of them to unite and face this difficult problem together.
But these people all jumped ship.
"I'm not so angry. What are you filling in?" Mo Ziyan shook his head with a light smile.
"I’m very angry." The secretary pouted her mouth angrily. "Sir, you're just too talkative."
"Come on, don't get angry. "Mo Ziyan waved his hand," Go and get ready, in the afternoon I will go to meet with Mr. Xi. "
"I see. "The secretary nodded, adjusted her mind, and prepared for the meeting.
And at this point, Xi's Group, in the president's office.