Qiu Wenduo left.
Tang Qingzhong looked down at the coffee in his hand, not that he didn't want to drink it, but because just moments ago, the entire Investment Department watched him converse with Qiu Wenduo.
If he really got angry with Qiu Wenduo at this moment, he feared some around here might seize the opportunity to challenge him, accusing him of not fostering unity. Then, the previous conflicts would ignite at once.
Fang Yongxing was still in the hospital; he couldn't let him worry about the company.
Tang Qingzhong raised his coffee and took a sip, and the unexpectedly bitter liquid made him furrow his brows in an instant.
My God, did they forget to put sugar in this coffee?
He had known all along that this person did not bear good intentions by sending him this so-called friendly coffee.
Setting the coffee cup aside, Tang Qingzhong sat down and started to work.
