Sun Binghe looked at Kuang Chenghai, who had shrunk into himself like a quail, then at Nie Sheng, who was ready to resign at any moment, and took a deep breath. He couldn't push Yang Bin or Shen Lian into this, could he?
When all was said and done, it still had to be him!
It still had to be him!!
Under Kuang Chenghai and Nie Sheng's gazes as they struggled to suppress their smiles, Sun Binghe took a deep breath. For once, his face showed the grim resolve of a man marching to his death.
"Assistant Sun never lets us down. So dependable," Shen Lian whispered.
Yang Bin put his glasses back on, his smile positively guileless. "Absolutely!"
Obviously. They could fight together, but at a time like this, it was every man for himself.
Meanwhile, Chu Yilan sat in the lavishly dim venue, occupying a whole sofa by himself. He had had a little to drink, and although neither of his special assistants was with him, the business discussions were still going smoothly. His aura warned strangers to keep their distance, but all he could think about was whether Shen Lian had gone home. He should be lying in bed by now, right?
Chu Yilan stared at the wineglass on the table, then received a call from Sun Binghe.
Assistant Sun was reliable. Master Chu felt reassured.
Chu Yilan answered the call. "Did you get Shen Lian home?"
Sun Binghe said, "No..."
"Mm." Chu Yilan understood. "Their get-together isn't over yet."
Sun Binghe hesitated for two seconds.
Chu Yilan frowned. "If you have something to say, say it. Since when did you start hemming and hawing?"
"Boss, there's something I need to tell you."
"Go ahead."
Sun Binghe spoke very quickly. "I got into a fight. With people