"Zhou Yang's older sister?"
Chen Chong sounded surprised.
He hadn't known Zhou Yang had an older sister. She had never mentioned one, at least not during her brief introduction to her family. But given how little they had spoken, that wasn't strange.
Chen Chong considered it for a moment. "Let her in."
The assistant left. A few minutes later, he knocked and came back with a young woman behind him.
At a glance, the woman bore a strong resemblance to Zhou Yang. She looked like a college graduate a couple of years into her career: just as striking, but more mature and composed.
She walked in calmly, stepped around the assistant, pulled out the chair opposite Chen Chong, and sat down. Then she looked at him in silence.
The assistant froze for a moment, but quickly glanced at Chen Chong's expression. He poured the woman a cup of tea, set it before her, and hurried out.
Chen Chong studied her fair, expressionless face, then took a closer look at her impeccable posture. His expression turned thoughtful.
Finally, he looked at his computer screen.
[Zhou Xi, twenty-three. Graduate of Hangping Martial University. Retained as an instructor after representing her class as an outstanding graduate—]
"Miss Zhou Xi."
Chen Chong looked back into her bright but deep eyes. "I'm sorry about Zhou Yang. Please accept my condolences."
Zhou Xi said nothing. She remained silent.
Chen Chong had some idea what might be on the statue-still woman's mind. He wasn't sure, but he tried asking, "Do you have any concerns about the compensation plan? We can discuss them."
Zhou Xi still said nothing, and Chen Chong frowned slightly.
His voice remained gentle. "I didn't know Zhou Yang for long, but her talent and dedication left a deep impression on me. As