In Shenzhen, a woman standing in front of a floor to ceiling window, wearing a black suit that accentuated her slim figure, turned around clutching a phone in her hands.
The phone looked like it was about to break into pieces from that iron grip.
"Why was the news kept from me?" Shentu Ling scolded her assistants.
"I'm sorry, boss! We didn't know until now!" They kept their heads bowed as they apologized repeatedly.
"Enough!"
The strict voice of the woman was enough to send these cowardly people into a corner.
"If you are really sorry, then don't make the same mistake next time! If another mistake like today happens, go to the HR department and settle your salary," the woman gave them a fiery look, and the assistants and managers nodded and quickly excused themselves.
Shentu Ling look at the photo of Shentu Jing on her desk. The black and white photo reflected in the sunlight that came pouring in from the windows, the person in the photo looked even more ethereal.
