It took less than twenty seconds for Director Liu and the receptionist to appear in Gong Shaoyang's office.
"Where is he? Where's the genius I've been waiting for? Where did you take the guest holding my invitation!"
It was the first time the receptionist had seen Gong Shaoyang this furious, and she stuttered in fear, "The child was only three or four years old, and he ran into Director Liu halfway. Director Liu said he'd handle it."
"He was holding my invitation—why did you hand him over to Director Liu? Do you have any idea how hard it is to arrange a meeting with him?" Gong Shaoyang was so angry he felt like his lungs could explode.
Scared pale, the receptionist said, "Director Liu insisted on taking him, I didn't dare to refuse!"
Director Liu was sweating profusely; how could he have guessed that such a young child could be the prodigy Gong Shaoyang wanted to hire for a high salary.