Bowing his head slightly, he met the girl's sparkling eyes and said in a deep voice, "You are 1 hour and 55 minutes late."
His patience had already been worn thin by her.
Wen Meimei had prepared herself for a confrontation with him before she arrived, but now, under the scorch of his intense gaze, she felt a surge of nervousness.
Swallowing hard, she defended herself, "I took the bus here, and there was nothing I could do about the traffic jam."
"The family car is available for pick up and drop off. Didn't you know that after all this time?"
Wen Meimei obviously knew, and it was clear she was deliberately opposing him, "Just tell me straight up what you wanted to see me for; it'll save us both some time."
Qiao Chengxun was about to speak when the door was suddenly knocked on.
After three knocks, Wang Youwei pushed the door open, "Boss, the interviews are starting. Do you want to personally—"