The television had barely stopped trying to mimic a possessed toy before Xu Zhenlan decided that we needed to have a meeting when an email would have been enough to get his point across.
At this point, I could practically read the man's mind.
He was going to put on his CEO hat and 'fix' this whole situation.
He waited until the workers started talking over one another again before catching my men's eyes and cocked his head toward the basement door. Zhou Chenghai took a step forward before looking over his shoulder to me and raising his eyebrow in challenge.
Or like I was supposed to follow them like a good little pet.
Just because I knew what they were thinking didn't mean that I agreed with it.
After all, if I gave in now, Xu Zhenlan's head would get too big. He would probably start thinking that I was going to follow mission briefs or, God forbid, a schedule.
