Inside the office of the Operation Management Department, everyone had their eyes fixed on Mo Xiaoran and Li Youcheng. No one noticed that there was another person standing at the door of the office, and it was Chu Ge.
"Vice Minister Li, aren't you being a bit too much?"
Lu Gang, eyes tightly locked on Li Youcheng, had a sullen face, his eyes seemed ready to burst into flames. That pot of clivia was a gift from all of them to Chu Ge, and now it was being trampled underfoot. He had an overwhelming urge to punch Li Youcheng in the face directly.
The impulse was very strong!
"You handed the document to Xiaoran only last night before leaving work. It's tens of thousands of words. Isn't it normal that she's not done yet?"
A female employee tugged at Lu Gang's arm, suppressing her own discontent, and spoke up for Mo Xiaoran, feeling unjust.
