Gong Mingye pursed his thin lips and replied with a, "Oh."
"Big Brother, Second Young Master, can't you say two more words?"
"Got it."
"....."
Han Wenhao clutched his chest and almost vomited blood from anger.
Was it really okay to be so calm?
"Keep your mouth shut. Don't leak this matter." Gong Mingye narrowed his eyes and said sternly.
Han Wenhao frowned. "Let the Shen family off and let the matter rest. That's it?"
"Yes." Gong Mingye nodded and glanced at him. "Is there a problem?"
Han Wenhao rested his hands lazily on the back of his chair, exasperated by his taken-for-granted attitude to the point of being unable to spit out any complaints. "No problem. You're the boss. As long as the boss is happy, it's fine. Also, I'm not going back tonight."
Gong Mingye raised his eyebrows. His expression was dark, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
….
Shen family. 11 PM.