"Magic Time"
"Mr. Zhao, here is the report." Yu Ziyuan came with a thin hologram board on her hand. She walked while fixing her crop top leather jacket, looking cool and chic as usual.
"I don't ask for any report?" Zhao Yang frowned deeper. The man glanced at the hologram board and talked to Tianjin,
[Isn't that the report I ask you to make?]
[Yes, master. I already sent it to you.]
[I ask secretary Yu for another task. Why is she here?] The man glanced at secretary Yu, who was stunned, not knowing what to say.
[I don't know, ah, master. Just ask!] Tianjin replied.
"This is not the one I ask you to make." Zhao Yang tapped the table, staring at Yu Ziyuan sternly.
Yu Ziyuan flinched. She clutched her navy hourglass skirt with leopard print. The woman murmured, "But I heard this is the one– "