Jiang Huai, the secretary, saw Song Yinyin speaking rudely, and his face darkened: "Song Yinyin, how can you talk like that? Our president..."
Smack—
Before Jiang Huai could finish his sentence, Yan Kejun slapped him across the face, startling Song Yinyin.
Yan Kejun's hawk-like black eyes glared at Jiang Huai, his thin lips tightly pressed, his face full of anger.
This was the first time Song Yinyin had seen Yan Kejun lose his temper, and even the first time she saw him strike his subordinate, which was quite surprising...
However, Jiang Huai seemed accustomed to it, not a bit startled, he just pressed his thin lips together and said, "President, I'm sorry."
He nodded slightly and then fell silent.
Song Yinyin was astonished, her mouth opened, unable to recover for a moment.
When Yan Kejun turned back, the sternness on his face had disappeared, and as he looked at Song Yinyin, it was the same as ever, gentle and jade-like.
