The subordinate, frightened by Song Ling's harsh tone, dared not speak.
Song Ling's tone grew colder as he bit out, "If you can't even speak, then you're of no use to me!"
With those words, he hung up the call and coldly ordered Zhao Xuan, "Check the company employees' performance. Anyone who's been getting paid without working needs to leave immediately!"
Zhao Xuan pursed his lips and acknowledged, "Understood, President Song."
Song Ling took out the amulet from his pocket and sniffed it a few times to suppress the irritation in his heart.
His gaze lingered on the amulet, becoming somewhat distant.
As the scent of the amulet faded quickly, it reminded him of how long Gu Dai had been away from him. Perhaps... she would never return to his side.
Zhao Xuan felt as though he was living in an ice cellar, enveloped by a chilling air, his body trembling.