"Li."
Zhao Youlin's sudden call caught Li by surprise. By the time she recovered her senses, she hurriedly said solemnly, "General Manager, what is your order?"
Zhao Youlin passed the newspaper over to her. "Hand the newspaper over to the president, and tell him that the company's accountant could hand in his resignation since he failed to even notice things like this in our company's accounts when the others could easily identify the flaws with a single glance."
Li received the newspaper and cast a cursory glance at it. Her expression looked troubled.
She turned around and was about to leave the office. Just then, Zhao Youlin had a sharp eye, and she caught sight of another newspaper.
"Eh, why does this newspaper look so old? Is it today's newspaper?"
