Zhou Chucheng and Yao Chuman had just left when An Jinhua's pent-up fury erupted.
He threw everything he could grab around the room.
"Shrew! She's simply a shrew!"
He cursed loudly while gasping for breath.
If he hadn't been cautious that Yao Chuman was a woman, he would have wished to punch her to death.
"President An."
The assistant cautiously stood at the door and called out.
"Speak."
An Jinhua stood with his hands on his hips in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his face covered with a murderous aura.
Today, the scene Yao Chuman had caused made him lose all his dignity.
"The project in Yu State has been withdrawn from the tender."
"What happened?"
"When it rains, it pours," An Jinhua said with a frown, his voice harsh.
The project in Yu State had been carefully audited by him with a profit margin of forty percent. An Corporation had designated top-notch personnel to fully manage and follow up, almost guaranteeing a win.