If it weren't for Su Mucheng's subtle influence over the past year, and the little bridge she built in Qiao Ze's heart to understand others, he probably would have deemed the performance of these few people as hopelessly stupid and simply given up on them.
Now Qiao Ze felt that if these five guys found the right method, they might still be salvageable.
Finally, after at least two minutes of silence, Qiao Ze spoke up, "Let's call it a day for today's group meeting. This week's task is to complete all your unfinished tasks and submit them."
Upon hearing this, all five people heaved a sigh of relief.
Honestly, those two minutes were torturous.
The anxiety, coupled with the shame of having worked so hard yet still failing to meet their young mentor's expectations, was enough to make the five 26-, 27-year-olds feel depressed.
"So, can we go back now, Professor?"
"Hmm," Qiao Ze responded.
The group stood up, respectfully bowed to Qiao Ze, and then left his office one by one.
