"Do you want your bonuses deducted again? Go back to work!" Lian Qingruo scolded several female secretaries with a poker face.
Everyone, "..."
They all fled; they didn't want to have their bonuses deducted next month...
When Lian Qingruo brought in the coffee, she didn't dare lift her head. She quietly placed the coffee next to Beiming Han's hand and whispered, "President, your coffee."
The man didn't react, his head lowered as he continued to work. Lian Qingruo didn't dare to linger and quickly turned to leave.
The moment she stepped out of the office, her tense nerves instantly relaxed. She fought the urge to thump her chest and walked straight to her workspace.
She had a feeling like she had survived a storm...
"Secretary Lian, how is my brother's mood?" Huangfu Ye came over and asked Lian Qingruo.
"He should...be fine."
"What did he call you in for?"
"To deliver coffee."
"He didn't lose his temper again, did he?"
"No."
"Alright, get back to work!"