The door to the manager's office was slightly ajar, and the security guards from before were standing on both sides of the door, holding themselves erect, as if they were on duty.
Zhao Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He had gotten his position through connections and was naturally sensitive to these matters.
However, Sun Yinglong still looked clueless, swaggering behind Wang Shunjie.
"Vice Manager Sun, Vice Manager Zhao, please come in." Wang Shunjie stopped at the door, then gestured for the two men to enter.
Although curious about how the office door was opened without a key, both men felt a bad premonition rising in their hearts and did not dwell on it, pushing the door open and walking in.
"Thud—" Zhao Cheng's legs went weak, and he staggered back a few steps to lean against the wall.
Sun Yinglong also shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.