Le Tong's heart sank. After being Ji Rui's secretary for six months, she had acquired the special skill of judging President Ji's mood from his tone of voice.
From that sentence just now, she could tell that President Ji was in a very foul mood.
Le Tong thought she must have done something to anger Ji Rui again. Her hard-won good mood from the morning vanished instantly, and she walked into the president's office with a nervous heart.
"President, what can I do for you?"
Ji Rui was focused on his screen, typing away noisily. Hearing her question, he didn't even look up, merely moved his lips and said, "Come here."
Le Tong hesitated, examining Ji Rui's expression carefully, indeed seeing signs of gloom and storminess. Could it be that she messed up something with the documents earlier?
Le Tong carefully walked over to stand beside him, her gaze landing on Ji Rui's computer screen.
