Ming Luchuan was livid. The first thing Xia Wennan noticed at the cafeteria during lunchtime was Ming Siyan’s omega assistant, Xue Jing, crying at the next a table while her tablemates tried to console her. “What happened to her?” Xia Wennan asked. Inwardly, he was a little uneasy, and suspected that it had something to do with what happened in the meeting room this morning. A female omega named Zhao Feifei who sat at his table told Xia Wennan in a hushed tone, “I heard that President Ming had her transferred to the logistics department.” “Why?” Dong Liqing, who was sitting next to Xia Wennan, took the question right out of Xia his mouth. Zhao Feifei shrugged. “I’m not sure. We’re not that close. Apparently it was because of something that happened this morning.” “What happened this morning? Didn’t we have a quarterly meeting?” A male beta coworker at their table asked.
The instant his words landed, every head in his vicinity uniformly turned to Xia Wennan. A thin sheen of cold sweat formed on Xia Wennan’s forehead. Feigning composure, he grabbed a napkin and gracefully wiped at his mouth, calmly answering, “It was just a normal meeting. I’m also not sure what happened.” Later on, however, a miserable Xue Jing came knocking on the door of Xia Wennan’s office.
Xia Wennan had his head propped up with his hand at that very moment, still thinking about what happened at the meeting this morning. When he heard a knock on his door, he looked up and casually said, “Come in,” only to see Xue Jing open the door and walk into his office the next second. Xue Jing was a delicate omega; she had cried her eyes out all noon, and they were now flushed red. “Manager Xia, please help me talk to President Ming,” she begged once she had walked up to Xia Wennan’s desk. “Please don’t transfer me away.” While sympathising with her pitiful appearance, he couldn’t help but feel curious. “Is Ming Luchuan mad?” he asked.