Leng Sichen had been busy since yesterday without a moment's rest.
Even if Annie didn't confirm Ou Mingxuan's opinion, he already knew the outcome.
"President, your coffee." Annie carefully knocked on the door and brought in a cup of coffee.
Perhaps because Leng Sichen had been ill for several days on top of working late into the night, he looked haggard, and the sight of him engrossed in his work evoked a sense of pity.
"Thank you. By the way, help me book a banquet at the hotel, contact Director Zhao from Yongxin," Leng Sichen instructed without looking up.
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
"Wait a minute."
"President, what is it?" Annie turned around happily.
"When you went to see Ou yesterday, what did he say? How was his attitude?"
Annie was somewhat disappointed and answered sullenly, "Director Ou's attitude was ambiguous and hard to decipher; he just said he'd think about it."