Wan Zhenhong pushed open the door to his office and stepped over the threshold.
As soon as he looked up...
His gaze inadvertently caught sight of the door to the director's office slowly opening in the distance.
The next second...
Xin Jinghui's signature Mediterranean hairstyle came into view, his smooth scalp gleaming under the corridor lights, nearly blinding Wan Zhenhong's 24K titanium-plated dog eyes.
Just as Wan Zhenhong was hesitating about whether to say hello...
He saw Xin Jinghui glance in the direction of his deputy director's office.
Then...
Xin Jinghui immediately caught sight of Wan Zhenhong's slightly graying hair.
Their eyes met!
In an instant, a subtle tension filled the air.
Wan Zhenhong couldn't help but feel a touch of doubt.
He looked up, down, left, and right, whichever way he looked, it seemed to him that Old Xin's actions were extraordinarily cautious, and his demeanor somewhat unnatural...
Hmm?
What on earth is Old Xin up to?
