Meng Yue snickered, "It's you who've been clinging to the chief, and he wishes he could stay ten thousand meters away from you."
"Oh, is that what you think?"
Zhan Xiaohan's eyes were cold enough to shoot out countless poison arrows, "Why don't you go work for Shangfeng Capital then? I'll pay you a salary, so you'll save yourself from speaking without thinking."
Meng Yue stiffened, his expression serious, "I was wrong, Mr. Zhan!"
After warning this traitor, Zhan Xiaohan didn't even return to his own hospital room but went straight to Zhan family's corporate headquarters.
On the way, the excited ones were the elderly shareholders who wanted to wait for dividends, "Mr. Zhan, you're finally back to work."
"Great, the Zhan family can return to its peak again!"
Zhan Xiaohan's expression was indifferent, his handsome face radiating an invincible aura of a king, he brushed past a chattering crowd, and went directly to the sixty-sixth floor.
CEO's office.