"It's been a while, Advisor An."
Jiang Zhifeng sat down in his seat with restraint, trying his best not to let his gaze wander elsewhere.
He wasn't clear about what had happened in the room before; all he saw was that a few minutes after Zhang Yuanlu entered, there was an additional corpse in the room, its face peeled off; then, it was the respectful kneeling and greeting towards An Zhizhen by "Zhang Yuanlu" as he walked out of the office...
The other party had no intention of hiding it. Seeing the scene, how could Jiang Zhifeng not guess what had happened? He just felt a chill in his heart.
"Is there something you need?"
"There is..."
Jiang Zhifeng grasped his knees, trying to maintain a calm expression.
"In one week, it will be the 90th birthday of the Jiang family's old master, and we weren't sure if Advisor An might be available..."
"A banquet? I'll see how things go."
An Zhizhen propped his cheek, seemingly disinterested.
