What, Do You Think I'm You?

When Fang Jin had first taken over Yue Lin, he had clashed with President Qian in a few business competitions. President Qian was not a particularly magnanimous man, so even with Peng Zhu acting as a mediator today, Fang Jin still ended up being forced to drink quite a lot.

The deal was not something he absolutely had to negotiate. Fang Jin could have easily walked out with a cold face, but for some reason, he let the other man make things difficult for him. President Qian had not expected Fang Jin to be so good-tempered. Once his anger faded, the contract was practically settled.

After thinking it over, Fang Jin realized he simply wanted to drink.

A lot had happened recently.

Peng Zhu had been stopped by another boss, so Fang Jin went to the restroom alone. He had not eaten much that evening, and the moment he entered, he threw up. By the end, his mouth was full of sour liquid. He dry-heaved until his eyes reddened, then, after calming down a little, staggered out to wash his face and braced himself against the sink as he tried to recover.

When he saw Lu Jiatang in the mirror, Fang Jin thought he was hallucinating.

Not until Lu Jiatang spoke. "Laizhang is looking for you."

Fang Jin froze, and another violent spasm of pain twisted through his stomach.

Honestly, Fang Jin did not want to see Shen Laizhang.

"I know," Fang Jin answered, though his voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

Lu Jiatang saw Fang Jin's shoulders slump, then watched his swaying body nearly collapse. He could not stop himself from stepping forward, but he had barely taken one step when he saw Fang Jin grip the edge of the sink hard. Veins stood out on the