You Didn't Bring Money Nor Cards With You When You Went Out, Did You?

"Please give a brief summary of your recent work situation. This is your new chief editor, Huang Zemin. He will be in charge of the submission of tasks and statistics." With that, Qin Gengxin pulled over the president's chair and leisurely sat down. He crossed his legs and turned to the side, casually resting one hand on the conference table. His gaze swept across the crowd once more before finally landing on Jiang Ruolan.

Jiang Ruolan met his obviously malicious gaze and frowned. She quietly glared at him, and in the end, Qin Gengxin snorted and retracted his gaze, not putting her in his eyes.

'F*ck! Did this fellow grow stronger, or was he expressing his true nature?'

'Wait!'

During that time, Qin Gengxin locked himself in the apartment. What might have caused him to be so busy with computers and files littering on the floor? At the time, he also seemed to be completing his work without a break. Had he already decided to act at the time?