Never Let Them Off

The same thing was playing out in another office in the same building.

"Little Zhao, why didn't you tell me about this?

"You've got some nerve, using my name to..."

A middle-aged man with a square face, thick brows, and large eyes glared at his phone screen as he angrily berated a man around thirty years old.

"Qu Bo knows he was wrong. He didn't want to cause you any trouble either, so I..."

Secretary Zhao knew that he had to drag Qu Bo into this now. Otherwise, he would be the one left holding the bag today.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to say something else, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

The middle-aged man glared at his secretary before picking up the phone.

Once he heard who was calling, some warmth appeared on his previously furious face.

"Old Lan, this matter has caused you trouble. Mm! All right, I'll come over now."

After hanging up, the middle-aged man picked up the thermos beside him and headed without looking back toward Lan Xianghui's office in the same building.

The middle-aged man spoke with Lan Xianghui for a full hour. No one knew what they discussed in the office.

When the middle-aged man emerged from the office, he had visibly aged considerably. Even his once-steady steps looked somewhat unsteady.

The next day, citing health reasons, the middle-aged man applied to Lan Xianghui for early medical retirement.

It was not only the middle-aged man who applied for medical retirement. Li Chengxiong, who worked in Pinghai County, also submitted a retirement application to Zhang Jingkuan's desk.

Ye Yuan knew nothing about these matters for the time being.

He was currently on the phone with Leonard, the person in charge of his overseas operations.

"Boss, the meat samples you