My Hubby Can’t Stop Pampering Me

Yan City time, eight o’clock in the evening. Lu Weixi had just sat down, and she had just sent a message to Qin Zhiyou that she would be two hours late coming back, but Qin Zhiyou didn’t reply.

He wasn’t in a meeting, nor was he dealing with other official business; he was in his office.

However, his office was not only occupied by him; it was packed with a group of his subordinates, following the power struggle storm at Hanhai. Even Fang Rushuang was there.

But in the vast office, not a single person spoke, all of them held their breath and focused intently on him.

After a moment, Qin Zhiyou placed the report in his hand on the desk, his voice a bit loud. Just this simple act of placing a document made everyone in the company shudder, all heads were bowed, no one dared to respond.

When Qin Zhiyou gets angry, he truly acts decisively, sending people off to Africa. There was once a project director who underquoted a percentage by a digit, and though it was later invalidated and returned, after Qin Zhiyou came to know of it, he still marked his annual performance as a C, threatening to expel him from the company if it happened again.