"Mr. Gu Li, do you have any feedback on my proposal?"
Deviant put down the proposal, took a sip of coffee, and swiveled his chair to face the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the fox on the other end of the communication to speak.
"I have a lot of feedback. Your plans are shit." Gu Li's impatient voice came from the terminal.
The corner of Deviant's mouth twitched slightly. "Mr. Gu Li, I sent every draft to both you and Mr. Gu Demiao Ning for review. It's frustrating when you don't reply. I had no choice but to pick one and move forward with the promotion."
Hearing Deviant's voice, Gu Ning glanced at Barto's terminal and perked up her ears.
Barto caught the faint, elusive scent on Gu Ning, averted his face, and forced himself to focus on the conversation with Deviant.
"What's your hurry?" Barto said. "Didn't I tell you we'd be busy for the next half-month and wouldn't have time to look at your garbage proposals? Take that dogshit video down now."
