Zhang Te breathed a suppressed sigh of relief, "President Han, I'll go handle the other matters now."
With that, Zhang Te quickly exited.
As Han Jingnian's gaze returned to the computer screen, he stared at the boldly colored girl standing on the podium, lecturing the reporters with an iron hand. His eyes glittered briefly, then he suddenly shouted, "Wait."
Zhang Te instinctively halted in his steps, thinking that Han Jingnian was going to confront him about peeking at his computer screen. He stood petrified with his back to Han Jingnian for a moment before turning around obsequiously, beaming at Han Jingnian with a remarkably radiant smile, "President Han, do you have any other instructions?"
Facing Zhang Te's toadying attempt, Han Jingnian didn't even glance at him. Instead, he stared at the computer screen for a while longer before rising from his seat, picking up the mobile phone on his desk, and walking towards Zhang Te.
