Your Medicine Won't Work, But Mine Will

Slam!

The door opened.

A fat, bald middle-aged man appeared in front of Su Chen.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were huge.

This was Cao Renda, the director of the credit department of Bin Cheng Bank.

"Yo! Beautiful Zhou Wanqiu, come…"

Cao Renda opened the door as he spoke.

When he saw that it was Su Chen outside the door, his smile froze on his face.

"Who are you?" Cao Renda asked with a straight face.

Su Chen smiled.

Then, he pushed Cao Renda inside and walked into the private room.

The private room was huge and luxuriously decorated. There were even matching suites.

A huge round table was placed in the middle, and on the table, there was a feast of fine wine and delicacies.

Su Chen pulled out a chair and sat down.

Then, he picked up his chopsticks and took a few mouthfuls of food. He drank a glass of wine and then refilled it.

He acted like this was his home.