Mu Jiyun buried himself deeply in his chair and pressed his eyebrows with his hands. He remembered Ouyang Yiyi's invitation. He just didn't know if her little woman would come along with him, but he didn't listen to her, and listened to her voice just now, he was not sure. He looked at the time and decisively picked up the car key and walked outside the door.

"President, are you leaving work?" Secretary An almost bumped into his hasty figure with a stack of information.

"Well! Are there any other documents that need to be processed urgently? Mu Jiyun looked at the stack of documents in her hand with a...