Ancient Teahouse

Having laid his cards on the table with Ding Shuqing, Wang Zhiyuan felt he couldn't act on his own whims anymore. So, on his way back, he called Ding Shuqing to inform him about the email matter.

Upon hearing this, Ding Shuqing was livid. "Who allowed you to agree to that on your own?"

Wang Zhiyuan was already in a foul mood that evening. Being yelled at by Ding Shuqing didn't help. But thinking of the bigger picture, he suppressed his emotions and replied, "If you disagree, I can decline right now."

"You...!" Ding Shuqing was so frustrated he couldn't find the words.

Wang Zhiyuan's apology this time was even more sincere than before. Regardless of what Ding Shuqing said, he just listened silently. When Ding Shuqing finally ran out of steam, knowing he couldn't really do anything to Wang, he concluded with a thunderous shout, "Clean yourself up and wait at home!"

His shout was so loud that even the taxi driver couldn't help but glance back at him.