Ou Liyang sent a tremor. This tremor made Ke'er's heart skip a beat, and a bad premonition spread in her heart.
Sure enough, Olga quickly sent a message: "Mr. Leng is not satisfied after reading the book, and wants you to revise it significantly."
Ke'er clenched her heart and quickly typed out the next line: "Is Leng always Director Leng or President Leng?"
In fact, the answer has emerged in her heart, but she is not willing to accept that he will be so inhumane
Of course, CEO Leng, please figure out what you are doing for food, causing all our staff to work overtime with you.
"Let's go, let's go watch a movie." Niu Congcong hummed a tune and was about to check in.
"Wait a minute" Kerr stood up and said
All the people looked at her and stopped moving as if they had been cast a restraining spell. The customer representative spoke at this time. It was 100% a disaster coming from the sky.
Everyone's expressions were a bit strange, including fear, doubt, despair, and various expressions.
"Ou Liyang said coldly... Jianan is not satisfied with Lou's book and needs to make major revisions. Everyone will work overtime." Ke'er couldn't bear to say it. Next thing she knew, the office would be filled with voices scolding her father and mother.
Sure enough, Niu Congcong was the first to get angry, followed by Zeng Jin, and then all the designers in Group A. The designers in Copywriting Group B gloated about their misfortune, picked up their bags, and clocked out of get off work.
Cui Hao walked out of the office. He heard Niu Congcong's high-pitched scolding. He walked up to Ke'er and asked, "What's going on?"
Ke'er said it again, and Cui Hao's face darkened. He walked to Niu Congcong and said, "Long Xiang's manuscript is sad recently. As the general manager and the design director, you should reflect on it."
There’s nothing to say. The client asked me to work overtime. Even if you have a high fever, you still have to cheer me up.”
"Come on," Cui Hao clapped his hands to boost morale.
Everyone sat down at their desks with sad faces, slamming the mouse.
Niu Congcong looked like the end of the world was coming. He collapsed on the sofa and said, "Come on, it would be strange if my girlfriend doesn't brag with me."
A wave of anger hit her chest. Kerr walked out of the company with her mobile phone and turned into the dark corridor.
She dialed Leng Jianan's phone. It rang for a while before he answered, but he didn't speak.
Ke'er was so angry that he asked sharply: "What do you want?"
As soon as the tone fell, the phone line was disconnected. Leng Jianan hung up the phone without saying a word. Ke'er was stunned for several seconds while holding the phone.
Suddenly he pressed it on his chest, slowly squatted down, and buried his head in his arms.