Xia Lu walked into the study and placed the bag in her hand on the table, along with the note.
"After you left yesterday, Zhu Zhao waited in the office for you for half a day, this is the gift and the note he brought you, he asked me to pass them on to you," she said.
"Who is Zhu Zhao?" Zhou Mingchen asked.
"He's the construction worker who made trouble at the project site and whom you called to the company before."
"Oh, I see."
As Xia Lu reached the doorway, she turned back for a glance; Zhou Mingchen had casually tossed aside the gift and note, untouched. This was nearly the ending she had envisioned—people like them probably only deserved such treatment in his eyes. Perhaps because she was prepared, her heart didn't feel much disappointment this time.
"Madam, I have the results of the investigation you asked me to conduct."
Grandma Zhou was sitting on the sofa, leisurely sipping on a beautifying bird's nest soup. "Sit down, take your time," she said.
