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Xiu Mo Ruo's face darkened as soon as he saw the proposal projects presented by the departments for the upcoming diplomatic visits next year. He barely suppressed himself from throwing the papers into the shredder while roaring at the lazy staff who did the papers. 

"Redo everything." He merely said, slamming the papers on the table. His secretary nodded his head silently, taking the papers with him when he left his office. 

Xiu Mo Ruo rubbed his aching temples as he looked at the piling amount of reports and translations he had to go through which extends to diplomat visits, international relations, and policies. 

Looking at the amount of work he had to go through, and recalling how tight his schedule was for today and the next months, he silently scolded himself for putting himself under this kind of torture.