As he was drumming up courage in his mind, the tall man suddenly stood up, towering over him in stature, "Don't wildly guess my preferences in your mind; I don't like it when people around me try to act smart. If you want to stay by my side, just be honest."
Levin's train of thought was pierced through, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly collected his thoughts, held his breath, and lowered his head with a pale face.
Qin Jun didn't mean to dwell on it and picked up the Maserati car keys from the table, "I have other things to do, I won't be at the company today, and perhaps not tomorrow either, it will depend on my mood. Before I return, all corporate matters are in your hands. Remember to handle them well for me. Don't get any crooked ideas, otherwise…"
His threat was left hanging in the air, making Levin's breathing even tighter.
