The car drove back to the entrance of the bookstore. When Lawyer An was about to carry Zhou Ze out of the car, Zhou Ze grabbed the door handle tightly with one hand and stared at the fountain pen that had rolled down because the car was shaking too much.
Lawyer An was shocked,
when he was chatting with old Daoist earlier,
old Daoist said that his boss was sometimes a little greedy,
how was this f*cking greedy?
he was simply Crazy Poor!
He was so poor that he had to go to prison in the middle of the night to steal an old pen,
even though he was in this state now, he was still thinking about this pen and would not let go.
"Be good, we don't want it anymore. I'll buy you a Parker Gold Pen Tomorrow instead."
But Zhou Ze still did not let go.
"Alright."
Lawyer An bent down and got down. He picked up the pen and placed it in Zhou Ze's pocket. He even helped him zip up his pocket.
Only then did Zhou Ze let go,
