The words on the document in front of him were impossible to comprehend; the frustration in Xi Mohan's heart was something he couldn't suppress.
When the assistant entered with the files, he saw the man with a gloomy face staring at the computer screen, as if a storm was approaching, making him hesitate to enter, yet he stood there frozen, not daring to move.
Seemingly aware of the assistant standing at the door, the man directly lifted his eyes to look at him, giving just a casual glance and slightly parted his thin lips, "What's the matter?"
From the tone alone, it was clear that Xi Mohan was truly in a bad mood. The assistant couldn't help but shiver, internally reminding himself not to make any mistakes, to ensure he does his job well, and even if mistakes were made, not to do so in the presence of the president.
