"Talk about making it sound like it's my fault." Although Yang Xiao said this with a grin on his face, he couldn't help but grumble inwardly.
After sending Huang Qiang away and sitting in front of Director Nalan's desk, he gently caressed the armrest of his chair with his palm, savoring the delicate feel of the leather seat beneath him. Yang Xiao couldn't help exhaling slowly, relaxing his body backwards into the chair.
Lifting his head to look around the spacious and bright office, Yang Xiao was filled with emotion. Indeed, power is the best aphrodisiac for a man. Imagine, the director sitting here daily, strategizing with laughter and ease - what a scene that must be.
Yang Xiao slowly sat up and started to tackle the topmost file from the pile that resembled a small hill to begin his day's work. He couldn't let Director Nalan down and aspired to be a man like him.
