Lu Jingchen's face grew even more sullen; his thin lips pressed tight, especially the pen held in his hand, which seemed to be slightly deformed from the pressure. It was faintly visible that the veins on the back of his clenched fist were bulging, while his deep-set eyes seemed to be suppressing some emotion that had yet to be released.
Assistant Xue, seeing his boss in such a state, couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear, with a sudden urge to flee the office at once.
He wondered what would happen if his boss couldn't control his anger and decided to kill him to silence him.
After a long moment, Lu Jingchen seemed to have barely suppressed the fury inside him. He stood up, picked up the suit jacket on the table, and spoke with almost no emotional fluctuation in his voice, "Cancel all today's arrangements, call the driver, and head to the Mu Mansion."
Assistant Xue was stunned at first but quickly understood his boss's intention and nodded, "Okay."
