Cleo, who was caught in a dazed state, blinked mechanically a few times and finally forced out a single word: "Huh?"
"I'm talking about what I just discussed with you."
Jun Wu flashed his signature refreshing, radiant smile that made people feel like basking in a spring breeze: "I think I explained the logic quite clearly, didn't I? Cleo, what do you think?"
Already worn down by an hour of relentless verbal therapy, Cleo desperately scrambled to piece together his thoughts. After a long moment, he asked with a deathly pale face, "You mean... you want me to keep going?"
Jun Wu nodded in satisfaction, then added, "And to keep pushing forward."
Cleo felt like his entire being crumbled. He distinctly remembered the conversation starting with him protesting against the monstrous exploitation and oppressive treatment this scumbag was exacting on his subordinates. How did sitting down for an hour somehow morph into him needing to work even harder and push even further?
