Jun Mochan kept waiting for her call, but it never came. His complexion darkened and a chilly aura enveloped him.
The executives under him didn't dare to breathe, fearing they might upset him further. But of course, there were some who feared nothing.
"President, do you think there's something wrong with my plan?" Su Yu stood up.
With a delicate makeup and radiant complexion, no traces of sickness could be seen.
It seemed as if the events of last night had never happened.
"I have something to do, postpone the meeting to the afternoon." Jun Mochan didn't answer her question.
This was a common occurrence recently, so people got used to it.
Su Yu, however, wasn't used to such behaviour. She looked incredulously at Jun Mochan as he was about to leave the conference room, and from somewhere, mustered the courage to stop him, "President."
"Move." Jun Mochan's face was full of annoyance.