"Su Xiaoman! Come here!" Director Chen's high-pitched voice, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, made me tremble all over.
Okay, what does this Buddha want to do?
I resignedly put down the half-organized meeting minutes in my hand and slowly moved to his shiny desk.
"Xiao Su," he said with a hypocritical smile on his lips, but his eyes were like knives tempered with poison, "the information on these projects needs to be sorted out as soon as possible, and we have to finish it even if we work overtime tonight. Do you understand?" He said, slamming a thick stack of documents on the table, which made my eardrums buzz.
