"You have a high IQ. Can you explain to me what the boss is doing inside?"
Ningxia Chuan's tone was cold and indifferent, his gaze falling on Tang Si inside: "If I could grasp the boss's thoughts, then I'd be the boss now."
Zhou Liang: "Ha—when the boss comes out, I'll tell him you plan to seize power."
"So what?" Ningxia Chuan's gaze fell on his face, a cold smile forming at the corner of his lips, speaking deliberately: "In this world, those with ability always rise."
"He is my superior now and I follow him because I admire his capability, genuinely convinced. But if one day he's weaker than me, then those with ability shall rise."
"..." This ambitious person's words are indeed different.
He just wanted to quietly keep his life, earn his salary and bonuses.
Then marry a wife, have a big, healthy son, and live a stable life.
Zhou Liang licked his lips: "Alright."
He would just be a spectator, watching silently.
