Ever since he was once betrayed by a trusted subordinate at work, Feng Huaijin has been extremely strict with every project.
Under Feng Huaijin's questioning, the beautiful female employee was already trembling all over, tears swirling in her eyes, afraid to fall, her face already scared pale.
Feng Huaijin sat in the main seat, holding a black ballpoint pen in his slender right hand, exuding an air of nobility with every move. He asked coldly, "Why are you crying? Am I being picky, or is there a problem with your proposal?"
Everyone present was silent, not daring to speak up.
Wasn't it rumored that this Mr. Feng was a lady's man? Why is he so harsh even to such a beautiful woman?
The beautiful employee didn't dare to cry, standing stiffly like a wooden stake.
Feng Huaijin just felt like he had spent money on a useless person. With a sidelong glance, he saw Xiao Heng making faces, almost ready to jump off the chair and whistle.
