"Ms. Song..."
When Song Yao was thinking about it, Mr. Zhang saw that Song Yao didn't answer for a long time, so he stood up in front of her.
Song Yao came back to her senses and looked at him with a faint smile.
"Mr. Zhang, I've known what you said, but it's odd. I hope you can give me a few days to investigate it!"
Mr. Zhang didn't say anything. He just slowly picked up the tea on the tea table and took a sip.
"Ms. Song, as you know, we should take responsibility for those things. If someone gets something on me, I'm afraid he will punish me!"
Song Yao also knew the rules and winked at Anna. When Anna came in again, she put a thick stack of red envelopes into the other's pocket.
"Just a small gift. Please don't refuse me, Mr. Zhang!"
"Ms. Song, what do you mean?" Mr. Zhang took out the red envelope with an incomprehensible look.
They were all old foxes for thousands of years. What could they pretend to be?
"Nothing. I just hope that Mr. Zhang can make an exception!"