To You, My Beloved

The director of the technical department finally left the president's office dejectedly with a face about to cry. Then, the news that Mr. Tang was in a bad mood today was like a scandal with wings. The news quickly spread throughout the company, causing everyone in the company from the front desk lady on the first floor to the high-rise office area on the top floor to be trembling and cautious, fearing that there would be some flaw that would touch Tang Shi's radar, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Half an hour before getting off work, the secretary-general had already piled up five documents that needed urgent processing in front of him.

The secretary-general held the document and walked to the door of Tang Shi's office. He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

There was still no sound coming from inside. The secretary-general boldly opened the door, only to find that the office was surprisingly quiet. Tang Shi was no longer in his seat. He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring motionlessly at the sunset outside the window, which was about to set. Know what to think.

At this time, Tang Shi had no trace of his previous irritability or strength. His whole body was filled with his usual elegance and nobility, and he looked like a graceful noble prince.

Miss Zhang held the document and walked quietly three meters behind Tang Shi. She stood still and spoke in a very soft voice: "Mr. Tang, this is the document that is urgently needed now."

Tang Shi turned his back to Miss Zhang and showed no reaction at all.

Miss Zhang was holding the document and standing there. Just when she thought Tang Shi was not going to pay attention to her, his figure suddenly moved slightly, turned around, and walked away without even looking at Miss Zhang. When he arrived at his desk, he picked up the signature pen.

Miss Zhang quickly stepped forward and handed over the document.

Tang Shi skillfully signed it without saying a word.

Miss Zhang packed up the documents quickly: "Mr. Tang, I'm going out first."

Then he held the document, turned around quickly, and ran away.

When Miss Zhang raised her hand to push open the office door, Tang Shi behind her suddenly spoke, her voice sounding a little tired: "When will Gu Qingcheng's leave be taken?"

Miss Zhang stopped and turned her head, not daring to look at Tang Shi. She answered truthfully: "Qingcheng asked for sick leave and didn't say when she would come back to work."

After a pause, Miss Zhang spoke up and asked, "Do you want me to call you now and ask?"

"No need." Tang Shi said calmly, without any emotion on his face.

Miss Zhang silently exited Tang Shi's office, then raised her hand, touched her heart, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Tang Shi in the office stared at the set of cleaned and packed food boxes on the coffee table for a while, then stood up, picked up the car keys, carried the food box, and walked out of the office.