Jiang Xia's phone call lasted for a full hour.
When he returned to the meeting room, many of the attendees were so bored they had started folding paper airplanes. If not for the room's limited size, they would have held a flying contest.
"Looks like our conference room is a bit small."
The group of managers, all powerful figures in the outside world, huddled like scared quails with their heads down, wishing Jiang Xia wouldn't see them.
"The meeting will continue."
Those four words made the flock of quails lift their heads and get back to work.
After the meeting, the employees left first. Jiang Xia was usually the last one to leave.
As long as Jiang Xia didn't leave, his personal secretary wouldn't either. The two of them watched as an employee walking ahead of them dropped a book with a THUD.
"Zhao Shenghua, you dropped your book—"
Jiang Xia, who was at the very back, bent down to pick up the book that had landed at his feet, but his words got stuck in his throat.
