Destruction

Mo Yu smiled as he looked at Fang Liu's reply. Everyone in the conference room looked as though they had seen a ghost.

'Oh my goodness, Mr. Mo is smiling for once!'

'He must've gotten a text from Mrs. Mo.'

'It seems that Mr. Mo only treats his wife gently.'

When Mo Yu put his phone away, he turned around and said to the employees, "What are you guys doing waiting around? Do you think the client is as dumb as you guys? I want you all to revise your work!"

The employees had worked overtime, but Mo Yu said that it wasn't good enough. Everyone dared not even breathe loudly.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Yu's expression remained frigid and gloomy. "If you guys fail again, you might as well never show your faces here again. Come back to me with better work or prepare your resignation letters."