At Yafang Tower's top floor, Qiu Ye carried a document out of the president's office and, after carefully closing the door for Lin Qingya, hurriedly patted her bulging chest and took a long sigh of relief.
For some reason, Lin Qingya had not only arrived earlier than her today, but also gave Qiu Ye the impression of a volcano on the verge of eruption, scaring Qiu Ye so much that she didn't dare to breathe loudly in Lin Qingya's presence, and even walked with extra light steps, afraid of annoying Lin Qingya and getting a scolding.
She had only encountered this feeling once before, when several mid-level managers were abruptly dismissed a few days ago.
Could it be that Lin Qingya was going to blow up again today?
Not knowing the specific reason, Qiu Ye could only do her best to complete her work, and then quickly get out of Lin Qingya's sight.