Oh My God! There's a Arrogant CEO Living on My Left Hand

It's noon in early summer, downstairs of the L Group office. Mi Ruo put his hand on his forehead to make the brim of a hat, raised his head and squinted at the sun hanging directly above his head. He couldn't help but lick his dry lips with a soft tongue, and cursed: "What do you mean about the number one company in City A? That's bullshit. There's not even a place to rest under the sun." Then he took out his mobile phone again and broadcast a series of numbers. The call was answered with just one click. Mi Ruo pouted and shouted directly at the phone: "Ji Zhizhi, can you come out? I've been waiting for you downstairs for half an hour! Do you plan to have an extra meal at noon and eat medium-rare roasted human meat?"...