He kept apologizing to him.
Zhou Can rushed straight into the company building; the elevator was too slow.
He took the stairs and quickly climbed to the third floor.
"Who are you looking for?"
A female employee asked him.
"Su Qianqian!"
"She's in the general manager's office!"
Zhou Can stormed towards the general manager's office. "Hey, you can't go in there!" Zhou Can completely ignored her and kicked the door open with a bang.
Inside were three people, one was a beautiful woman dressed in a professional suit with black stockings, presumably some sort of secretary.
She was standing.
The person sitting in the general manager's throne was a sleazy-looking fat man, aged at least fifty years old, with heavy bags under his eyes. He exuded a faint aura of authority, and a trace of a street-smart ruffian.
His gaze was far more terrifying than that of the polite Mr. Qian, the vice president.
Like a tiger lurking deep in the mountains, cunning and meticulous.
