Even if Chu Yilan had tried to imagine it, he never would have pictured the day his lover, his assistant, and his subordinate would stand in a row before him like schoolchildren who had misbehaved.
Chu Yilan sipped chrysanthemum tea to cool his temper.
Soon, someone knocked on the private room door.
The hotel manager entered with permission. At the sight before him, his first instinct was to retreat, but Chu Yilan had already spoken. "What is it?"
The hotel manager spoke gently, his tone thoroughly ingratiating. "Well, President Chu, Tianchong hopes you'll give them a chance to explain themselves to you in person."
"Tell them to get lost," Chu Yilan said coldly.
The hotel manager made no attempt to persuade him and slipped away at top speed, pausing only slightly as he passed Nie Sheng.
Nie Sheng instinctively turned his head and caught sight of the manager's phone screen. A complete resignation letter had already been drafted on it.
With a look that said, I'm a suffering wage slave, so I understand, the manager silently asked Nie Sheng: Want to buy it?
The corner of Nie Sheng's eye twitched, and he hurriedly ushered him out.
As soon as the door closed, Chu Yilan said, "It's late. Everyone go home. I'll investigate exactly what happened." Then he looked at Yang Bin. "You'd better get that checked at a hospital. Your head isn't like the rest of your body. Don't let them beat you stupid."
Yang Bin nodded repeatedly. "All right, President Chu."
Chu Yilan rose, pulled over Shen Lian, whose mind had already wandered off and who was sleepy enough to be playing chess with Lord Zhou, and strode out.
"Hm?" Shen Lian murmured, stirring groggily. As they left, he managed a wave goodbye to everyone.
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