Nan Zhubin didn't know what happened inside Weng Pinting's office.
But he could tell that when Weng Pinting promised to "ask a friend," her expression was serious.
It wasn't the kind of perfunctory attitude a superior might show to a subordinate.
At the same time, Nan Zhubin also believed that with Weng Pinting's professional ethics, she wouldn't ignore such a situation.
So, he just needed to wait for the result.
And now, Nan Zhubin had more important things to do.
Nan Zhubin entered the consultation room and sat on the single sofa, briefly tidying up his appearance.
After hearing two knocks at the door—
"Come in."
Hearing the greeting, Li Minglu opened the door and pulled a faint and stiff social smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Hello, Mr. Nan."
"Long time no see." Nan Zhubin extended his right hand in a guiding gesture, saying, "Please sit down."
...
Nan Zhubin looked at Li Minglu.
A week had passed since the last consultation.
