The business supervisor turned his head to glance at the subordinates behind him, accustomed to their shrinking demeanors.
So, he turned to the last employee standing there, a newcomer with a delicate appearance, fair skin, and a somewhat immature look, and said.
"Chen Yue, this person is yours to handle."
"Supervisor."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem, I'll go attend to him right away."
Chen Yue responded with a hint of dejection. Despite the glamorous appearance of their jobs, who would understand the bitterness and pressure within?
In the hall, Su Mo stood still, looking around.
He too was puzzled. Why hadn't anyone come to serve him? If he remembered correctly, there should be dedicated personnel for that, as the service here is one-on-one.
After waiting for about a few minutes, Chen Yue hurried over, panting, and quickly apologized to Su Mo.
"I'm sorry, sir, for keeping you waiting."