Ning Wenxuan could not resist Ning Zhiyuan, and he would not be entangled in this issue any more. He looked down at his watch on his wrist and said, "time is too short. You are ready to hold a high-level meeting in the next meeting room."

"high level meeting? What's the matter with me? " Ning Zhiyuan's right hand casually supports his side face with clear outline, and his dark eyes look at Ning Wenxuan and ask lightly.

"what do you say? This meeting is specially prepared for you, so that senior managers of all departments can know you. "

"as for? I'm just a little assistant to the president...