"Later, go and clean the whole president's office." Qi Shangyu's deep voice suddenly rang out.
Assistant Wang and Zhong Li turned around simultaneously: "Hello, President Qi."
Qi Shangyu nodded slightly, his gaze immediately falling on Assistant Wang: "You heard what I just said, right?"
Assistant Wang did hear it, but he didn't know what he did wrong. Cleaning was clearly the janitor's job.
With a "ding," the elevator door opened, Qi Shangyu strode in, followed closely by Zhong Li and Assistant Wang.
Assistant Wang reached out and pressed the floor button. Although he had a strong desire to survive, he couldn't help but ask: "President Qi, isn't it a bit of a waste for me to go clean?"
"Don't want to go?" Qi Shangyu looked at Assistant Wang with a dark expression.
Assistant Wang, frightened, waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I'll go."
Zhong Li almost laughed out loud beside him. This timid look really made him want to take a picture for posterity.
