Employees within the company were whispering behind each other's backs; the uproar had even reached Lu Zhe's personal online accounts, where countless messages were left. Everyone was waiting for Lu Zhe to provide an explanation.
The secretary knocked on the door, "Chairman Lu, Old Zhang will be bringing people over soon, what do you think?"
Lu Zhe, feeling incredibly anxious, paced back and forth in his office.
Two words: "Stall them."
"Yes." The secretary replied respectfully.
The door closed.
Lu Zhe felt a headache coming on.
He kicked the nearby sofa and, in pain, clutched his toes and stumbled.
"Mrs. Lu."
The secretary called out.
The office door was pushed open.
As Lu Zhe recovered from the pain, Elder Mrs. Lu appeared sharply in his line of sight.
He turned and signaled to the secretary standing aside, "You go out first."
The secretary didn't dare make a sound, glanced weakly at Lu Zhe, and left the office.
