"Come in."
Ye Tian, who was secretly relishing in others' misfortune on the couch, saw the wooden door creak open and then saw Qin Chuan's domineering face in front of him.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Come in."
Xu He's eyes were wide open this time, twinkling with the same schadenfreude as Ye Tian.
Fat people are really no good, Ye Tian sighed.
As expected, the room was empty and quite inferior compared to Xu He and his own office. This was probably consistent with Zhang Liang's usual style, which could be inferred from his serious demeanor.
"Sit."
Zhang Liang pointed to a chair in front of him.
This room had no desk, no boss chair, only two stools, a coffee table, a hard plank bed, and two paintings—one of Black Cat Chief and the other of Four Brothers.
What a bunch of weird stuff!
