"Master Yan."
As soon as the words fell, the entire office atmosphere seemed to change.
Except for the audacious Ruan Yan, who was still focused on his work, everyone present turned their gaze toward the door.
Mo Shangjun was no exception.
As she looked up, Ya Tianxing had already stepped into the room, heading straight for the pile of documents—which included them.
Finally, he stopped in front of Mo Shangjun, glanced down at her, and then directly took the forms she had been organizing from her hands.
He stood there with an imposing presence that was somewhat intimidating; the others merely watched silently, not daring to speak up.
As for himself, he somehow produced a pen, made a few marks on the paper, and then handed it back to Mo Shangjun.
Putting the pen away, Ya Tianxing said, "Assign the tasks according to this."
"Yes!"
Mo Shangjun didn't even look at the paper, responding straightforwardly.
Ya Tianxing then turned to approach Ruan Yan, who was busily working.
