Chairman," the head of the printing and production department said as every worker looked up from their machines and bowed almost immediately.
"What brings you here?" Mr. Choi asked, wiping his hands nervously on his apron.
"Is my assistant's ID card ready already?" Zixuan asked.
"Ah—yes, it is," Mr. Choi replied quickly.
"Then why didn't I receive it? Why hoard it if it was ready?" Zixuan said, one eyebrow rising.
"We thought…"
Mr. Choi's voice trailed off under Zixuan's stare.
"That he would come collect it himself?" Zixuan finished for him, tone sharp, the whole room falling silent.
"I'm so sorry, Chairman—what are you doing? Someone, bring it now!" Mr. Choi snapped nervously.
One of the younger workers rushed off, nearly tripping as he hurried back, hands trembling as he handed the ID card to Zixuan.
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"Aunty," Zixuan said, peeking into Zhang Meiyue's office.
