President Tan's office.

Ding--

Tan Huairong put down his pen, picked up his phone and took a look.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and then he tapped on the screen with his fingers.

'No, I'm just humanitarian. '

"President, there is a quarterly report meeting in ten minutes." Assistant Tang reminded him while holding the itinerary report form.

Tan Huairong hummed, stood up and walked to the conference room first.

After the whole ...