C226 He Didn't Want to Dirty the Idol's Eyes

The president's office was filled with smoke.

Lu Shaochen sat in front of his desk with a cigarette between his sharp fingers, while a bunch of cigarette butts fell in the ashtray.

With light footsteps, Secretary Gu carefully walked to the desk.

"CEO, the European clients have been urging us for the whole afternoon. They are in a hurry to use this document