บท 567: oh my god, why is this coffee so bad?

half an hour later, mu yichen came out of the meeting room with a slightly unpleasant expression.  

he entered the office in a hurry.

zhuo feng lowered his head and followed behind him, looking defeated.

just as he was about to follow her in, he was stopped by a female secretary.

"special assistant zhuo, please wait! it's not a good time to go in now. the president will be angry later!"

" what do you mean? " zhuo feng frowned. the president will only get angry if i don't go in! you don't know how big of a mistake the person in charge of the northern european market made in the meeting just now. the president is now in a rage! if i don't hurry up and hand over the information, i'll really be done for."