C542 It Was You Who Did It?

Moo Jingyang put down the coffee cup in his hand and rubbed his aching head. For some reason, he felt a little stifled in his heart. He loosened his tie and opened the window, letting the biting cold wind blow in and breathe in some fresh air.

"President, the coffee is cold, right? I poured you a hot cup. Have a drink!" Liu Zheng knocked on the door and walked in