A certain office building.
"Director Mi, this needs your signature." The assistant came in with documents and placed them on the desk.
The man behind the desk looked handsome, with his dark shirt pulled open at two buttons, frowning slightly, looking somewhat impatient: "Just put it here."
"Director, this..."
"Leave."
The assistant shivered with fright, daring not to speak further, and hurriedly left the office.
Mi Yan must have found texting troublesome, so he directly made a phone call.
He stood up from his chair, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and overlooked the entire city.
The person on the other end picked up the phone, and Mi Yan immediately said, "Who introduced him to the job?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't I ask you to find out?"
"I can't find out, what can be done? I can't just ask directly, can I? How would people view me then? Anyway, why are you so set against him?" The person on the other end was also annoyed, and retorted back in a bad tone.
