"Manager Wu, I know you don't want to face the reality. But when your mother spoke to me before, someone happened to record the whole conversation. How about I play it for you to hear what your mother said?"
Wa Zicong sharply turned his head back, his penetrating gaze sweeping across her face.
Gu Nuan said amicably, "Doesn't Manager Wu want to hear his own mother's wise words?"
She had managed to record what his mother had said, and somehow, it seemed very subtle.
"Nuannuan—" His breath was somewhat hurried.
"She has finished the call," Gu Nuan said, just as Director Cai came back after finishing the call.
Director Cai looked at the two of them, then, his gaze settled on Wa Zicong.
Wa Zicong coughed lightly and said, "It was— an old classmate. So, I hope Director Cai can consider my personal face—"
Cunning. There was nothing more deceitful than these words.