Tang Xiaofan Conference

But at this moment, the words of this little milk baby that was so adorable to the bone was miles away from his image. Although her voice was soft, it contained a trace of domineering and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, he was holding a report in his hand, and threw it in front of the sales director with a domineering air. His cherry lips were slightly parted. "Director, are you sure this is the report you wrote?"

The sales director was in his forties or fifties. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The president had sent a message to each of them.

He carefully asked, "What's wrong?"

Although he looked cautious on the surface, deep in his heart, he refused to accept this.

How could a wet behind the ears kid understand a report?

He was relieved to hear the president say that his son would be in the chair today.

He thought that he should have the ability to fool others, so he decided to make a fool out of them.