Early in the morning, Zheng Zeyi arrived at the office in a composed manner. He lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand with a frown. Today's meeting was very important, and it could last for three to four hours.
He rubbed his temples. The atmosphere was as heavy as ever. Even from a distance of three to four meters, they could hardly sense that the president was in a bad mood today. When their President walked into the conference room, the people working there heaved sighs of relief.
"President, why are you so cold today? Could it be that you quarreled with Madam?"
"I don't think so. Yesterday, the two of them were so lovey-dovey that they wanted the whole world to know. It's impossible. "
At this point, the few of them nodded in agreement.
A woman walked over from the distance.