"A report, a misunderstanding, and you're asking me to put down my project, shut down the Melting Furnace, abandon the workshop, and wait for arrangements?"
He glanced at the pale face behind the counter and chuckled softly, "Ha, I didn't know the title of 'Master' had become so worthless."
"This, this..."
Behind the counter, the clerk's voice trembled, stumbling, as he lifted his hand to wipe away the cold sweat—heavens, this paperwork wasn't even distributed by him, nor was this matter orchestrated by him, so why was the reckoning starting here with him?
If it weren't for the insurmountable counter, he would have knelt down to Kowtow to Ji Jue.
Master, I just finished my internship two days ago, I'm innocent!
"Regarding this matter, our Coordination Department also just received the notification, Mr. Ji." He nervously showed the internal document: "We are not very clear about the specific reason..."
Ji Jue said nothing.
He just smiled, watching him.
