Initially, he only wanted to know what Zhong Shenglin was doing in the office with the door closed.
However, he never thought that this old fellow would badmouth him while cooking hotpot.
Scheming!
A hypocrite!
The bowl in Zhong Shenglin's hand froze mid-air. He did not expect to be caught red-handed. However, in the next second, Zhong Shenglin still calmly stuffed the beef roll he had just scalded into his mouth.
"I am just telling the truth? How can I not know how many talents there are in our Yun Cheng computing field? You don't even like Si Chengyan."
With that said, Zhong Shenglin hurriedly added another set of cutlery. "Nance, come, let's eat together."
Nance's expression did not look too good, but he gradually succumbed to the smell of the hotpot. He reached for the bowl and chopsticks.
"I'm not done with you. Don't think that I can forgive you!"
