Yan Group.

At the door of the president's office, a group of high-levels were blocked in the corridor, looking at each other.

"Manager Chen, or you go in first? Your department performed well this quarter, so you won't die too badly." The manager of the personnel department stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said nervously.

"Your personnel department has no performance pressure, just daily reports. What are you worried about? You go first!" Manager Chen, who was named, took the copywriter in his arms, turned his face pale in fright, and pushed back the task.

Now the entire group doesn't know that the President is in a bad mood today, and has already scolded the several departments that just went in to report.

The manager of the marketing department was also directly expelled by the president because of serious errors in the data.

Isn’t it the same as going in to report now?

Without waiting for a few senior executives to discuss who should go first, the door of the president's office suddenly opened from inside.

"The president is very busy right now. I want you all to go back first. I'll talk about the report tomorrow." Jin Tezhu walked to the door and said sharply.

"Yes, yes, we'll leave right away!" The high-levels were relieved, and hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Seeing that all the people in the corridor were gone, Jin Tezhu quickly turned back and walked back to the office.

"Chi Shao, do you need a doctor?"

At the office desk, Yan Chengchi sat on a chair, clenching fists with slender fingers, pressing his lips.

After a few coughs, his fingertips were stained with blood, and there was no trace of blood on the demon's face.

He took the handkerchief indifferently, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and threw it into the trash can.

"You go out too."

"But your body..." Jin Tezhu wanted to say something, and Yan Chengchi's yin-bird's gaze gave him a sharp glance, and he stopped talking.

Respectfully leaned over and retreated outside the door.

In the office, only Yan Chengchi was left.

Staring indifferently at the newspaper in front of him, his eyes fell on Xia Changyue's face on the newspaper, his pupils tightened, rolled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

He picked up the wine glass at hand and drank it all in one go.

Reached out and pressed the inside line, "Let everyone withdraw, no need to check."

"Then what happened to Miss Xia in the past four years..."

"From today on, I don't want to hear any more news about her." Yan Chengchi's eyes dimmed and he gritted his teeth.

Hanging up the phone, he suddenly reached out and swept everything on the table to the ground.

"Knock—" The office door rang suddenly.

The secretary pushed the door and walked in under great pressure, and said cautiously, "Chief, President, there is a child who wants to see you..."

"..." Yan Chengchi was startled, and frowned immediately.

He only hesitated for a second, determined that it was Han Han, and opened his lips coldly, "Let him go back, I won't see him."

"President, this child, I'm afraid you can't help but, the one who brought her here is..." The secretary swallowed hard, and before he could finish speaking, he saw the office door and was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A cute little head thief stuck out from outside.

Then, there was a small body in a princess dress.

The big beautiful eyes swept around in the office, and finally settled on Yan Chengchi.

The next second, the soft body, ran directly toward Yan Chengchi, rushed on him, and hugged his thigh.

Raising her small face, she said sweetly, "Baba..."