At the door, he knocked symbolically twice, "Mu Huan, I'm coming in."
After pushing the office door open, he immediately sensed an unusual temperature; the heat was on, but it still felt a bit chilly.
Low pressure.
Huo Yihan sat down on the meeting sofa, crossed his legs, "President Mu, what's going on, did your wife kick you out of the bedroom on your wedding night?"
He could tell at a glance that it wasn't about being full because he didn't eat anything at all.
Mu Jin Huan looked at the documents without looking up, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."
Tsk tsk, quite a temper...
Huo Yihan rested his arm on the back of the sofa, raised an eyebrow, "Women, you just give them some jewelry, say a few sweet words, and no matter how angry they are, half of it will be gone."
Mu Jin Huan continued to look at the documents. His right hand was inconvenient, his left hand wasn't used to it, and signing was always awkward, adding to his annoyance.
