The young man standing inside the office straightened his back as He Jian turned the page of the report he had prepared.
As the cold man in front of him turned the pages indifferently, he couldn't help but pity himself.
A moment later, He Jian threw the file in his hand on the table without any care and looked at the man in front of him.
"Make it again."
He spat out these few words coldly.
The man cried inside his heart. This was already the third time he has prepared the same report.
But he could do nothing except picking the file from the table and saying 'Yes Sir' and then leaving the office silently.
As he stepped out of the office, he shook his head at his colleague who was also waiting outside He Jian's office with a file in his hands.
Understanding his gesture, the colleague sighed heavily, and then wiping his forehead with his handkerchief he stepped inside the office.
'You will not need this very soon.'
