This was simply a Godsent opportunity.
Xu Zhilin rubbed his hands together and immediately used a folder to cover his hands, maneuvering the mouse. In no time, he copied the file Gu Nuan was working on and sent a copy to a group of his own email accounts using the company's email system. Then, he erased the traces of his operation.
Everything seemed to be seamless.
When he leisurely walked back to his desk, Gu Nuan had returned from outside.
Gu Nuan, who returned to her desk, seemed to notice nothing. She sat down and continued to type earnestly on the keyboard.
Seeing that she hadn't noticed anything, Xu Zhilin too sat down and immediately opened his email to find the draft file Gu Nuan had written.
At first glance, it was clear that the document was marked as a report to the chairman.
Xu Zhilin felt a sting in his chest and his eyes reddened.
This deaf mute had no real skill, but had managed to brown-nose all the way to the chairman.
