When Yang Xiao left, he was treated with even higher regard than Director Nalan, with Beibei and the other two standing in a row, faces full of respect, heads up, chests out, saluting as they saw Yang Xiao off.
Taking the elevator back to his own office, the elevator doors had just opened when Yang Xiao saw from a distance several people standing outside his office. As they saw Yang Xiao emerge from the elevator, they quickly jogged over, each holding a thick stack of papers, grinning from ear to ear as if they had seen the god of wealth.
"Director Yang, this is the casualty list from our intelligence department, please take a look!" the man stretched out his arm, practically shoving the papers into Yang Xiao's hands.
"Old Wu, we need to have some order here, I was the first one waiting outside Director Yang's office, and besides, what casualties does your intelligence department have to report!" The middle-aged man who was a step behind was clearly discontent.
