Three days before the wedding, a routine meeting for the middle and senior management of the company was held.
After the meeting, Cheng Xiangheng looked at Cheng Qiaobei, who was surrounded by people, with a more intense gaze.
"Ask Manager Cheng to come to my office," he said and then turned away.
Deng Yan looked at Cheng Qiaobei, who was the center of attention, and waited for the crowd to disperse before approaching him and saying:
"Mr. Cheng wants you to visit his office."
As Cheng Qiaobei walked, he asked, "What does Mr. Cheng want with me?"
Deng Yan glanced around, ensuring no one was near, and lowered his voice to say:
"It probably has to do with your transfer."
Cheng Qiaobei glanced sideways, "Transfer? Did he mention where to?"
"No," Deng Yan, remembering the scene just now, kindly reminded, "Manager Cheng, there's something I'm not sure whether or not I should say."
Deng Yan, a sharp man, would not babble about useless matters.
"Go ahead."