The two exchanged a glance.
Together, they turned to Gu Qingnian, their eyes practically overflowing with hints. It made him feel a little embarrassed.
But he did not know how to interject either. After thinking for a moment, he casually said, "Wait a second."
At this interruption, both men immediately turned their heads in displeasure and said in unison, "Fan Yu (Old Du), be quiet!"
Fan Yu and Du Weilun: "???"
Both spread their hands. Fine, then. They would leave.
Yan Shaozhe was the first to realize that Gu Qingnian had spoken. He immediately said, "Someone else started the argument. Nothing to do with little old me."
Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth and snorted. "Absolutely shameless...!"
Their eyes met again as they spoke, then both abruptly turned away and fell silent, like children having a quarrel.
Just then, a clear, melodious voice rang out. "Yan Shaozhe, if you want to poach someone, shouldn't you ask me first?"
A graceful figure stepped into the room, accompanied by a delicate fragrance. Fortunately, Du Weilun's office was spacious to begin with, or it really would have felt crowded.
At the sight of her, a glimmer of hope finally appeared on Qian Duoduo's miserable face. Like a man clutching at a lifesaving straw, he hurriedly said, "Lin'er, you're finally here. Otherwise, that bastard Yan Shaozhe would have angered me to death!"
The newcomer was a woman about a hundred and seventy centimeters tall. Judging by her face, she appeared to be only in her thirties or forties. She had fair skin and neatly pinned-up black hair, and her white outfit with gold trim made her look brisk and capable.
Fan Yu also approached Gu Qingnian at this point and said, "This is our Soul Tool Department Dean, Xian Lin'er."
Looking at Qian Duoduo's somewhat