Thanks to Yan Xianjue's meddling, the board meeting, already a complete mess, ended with a whimper.
In the end, they neither decided on the next chairman nor preserved the last shred of pretense between Lin Shi and Lin Lang.
Yan Xianjue had turned the tables and made himself at home on the guest sofa in Lin Shi's office.
He had sent Ji Xi to the door to deal with Wang Peter.
He glanced at Yu Bai, who had followed them in, and casually ordered, "Orange juice."
Yu Bai: "..."
Was Yan Xianjue really treating him like a nanny now?
Speechless, he shot Lin Shi a look. Lin Shi said as if it were only natural, "I remember there's a fresh juice place across the street. Go buy him a cup."
Yu Bai: "..."
It was not as though Yu Bai did not know the place.
For that shop to operate in such a prime location, its target customers were people like them—office workers putting in overtime in high-end office buildings.
The prices were a little steep, but the ingredients were worth the cost.
As for how someone who did not even like juice knew this much—
All he could say was that being Lin Shi's assistant did have some use after all.
He often saw coworkers order a cup of fruit and vegetable juice that was supposedly good for their health.
Then they would come back and work overtime while trying to stay healthy.
What left him speechless was how obvious Yan Xianjue was being about wanting to send him away.
And Lin Shi, were you really not going to resist at all?
When you used to avoid Yan Xianjue, you definitely did not talk like this!
Lin Shi leaned casually against the edge of his desk. Yan Xianjue sat