"President Huo, there simply is no person named Li Yingying," Chen Li lowered her voice and repeated again.
It was a long while before Huo Juanyan's icy voice came through from the other end of the phone.
"What exactly is going on?",
Chen Li took a deep breath twice, organized the materials in front of her, "President Huo, this matter can't be clearly explained over the phone. I will report the details to you tomorrow."
Huo Juanyan did not refuse, and appeared in the company early the next morning.
The highest floor's presidential office, overlooking the entire A City.
Huo Juanyan sat in a luxurious, expensive wheelchair, his body leaning against the back of the chair, emanating a cold forbidding air.
He lifted his eyelids, his dark pupils moved, resting on the trembling Chen Li.
"Speak, what exactly happened?",
Chen Li forcibly calmed herself, holding a stack of documents in her lap, she first placed the top document in front of Huo Juanyan.
