That brat held a grudge too well.
To quote Wang Haoran, "When the Old Boss was little and in kindergarten, what he feared most was Zero filing reports on him."
From this, it was clear how much that brat loved filing reports.
The only difference was that the target of those reports had changed.
No matter what they said, it would reach the Old Boss's ears.
Mo Hanhan was right. When they had time, they could just ask the Old Boss directly. If they kept guessing, Zero might catch them making a mistake and file a report.
Candy Technology had many employees. Fortunately, there were also plenty of people handing out red envelopes. After waiting in line for more than half an hour, Wang Haoran and the others finally reached the front.
After handing out the Post-Holiday Red Envelopes to the five of them, Mo Xiaoxue said with a smile, "Keep working hard this year and strive to complete our goals as soon as possible."
Holding their red envelopes, the five of them nodded silently.
"All right, don't block the entrance here. Take the back way and head to the laboratory first. I probably won't have time to go over this morning. If you need anything, just ask Zero."
After exiting through the back door of the Office Building, Wang Haoran rubbed his increasingly sparse hair and said, "What do you think? Does telling us to take the back way mean something?"
Hearing this, the more lively Wen Jing rolled her eyes at Wang Haoran. "You're supposed to be a great genius. Can you stop overthinking everything? Take a look at how many hairs you have left on your head.
"You haven't even found a wife yet, and your head is already going bald?"
Wang Haoran's face stiffened, and he