After a moment of contemplation, Jiang An handed the documents back to Mr. Qin.
Immediately, he gave a glance.
Mr. Qin swiftly extended his hand, took the list, and scanned over the paper like lightning, finally fixing his gaze on the words "Wang Shantao."
Suddenly, his brows knitted into a deep "川" shape, his expression turning increasingly serious, as if storm clouds were gathering.
He suddenly exclaimed, "Wang Shantao used to work here too?"
The manager across nodded slowly, his tone composed and steady.
"Mr. Qin, she worked in logistics for a while, but she resigned a year ago."
"Resigned?"
Mr. Qin slightly raised his chin, his eyebrows arched lightly, his gaze carrying scrutiny and inquiry as he pressed, "Are you familiar with her?"
The manager smiled wryly and shook his head, wiping his face gently with his hand as he sighed, "She was just a regular employee, I had a lot on my plate, really not too familiar with her."
"Oh?"
