Cheng Weiyue took a step back, her refusal clear in her stance.
She clutched her phone a bit tighter.
Even from their brief encounters, she could tell Zhou Bingquan was an extremely autocratic person. Likely due to his long-held position of authority, every move he made seemed naturally imbued with a commanding presence.
He was definitely not the elder who would be easy to get along with.
Zhou Jingwei's casual and distant nature, his disregard for strictness, whose traits did he actually inherit? He didn't seem to have even a hint of Zhou Bingquan.
Cheng Weiyue couldn't figure it out.
She calmly looked at Zhou Bingquan and said in a low voice, "Uncle, I can't help you. I am still on work hours, and I am here for work. The issues between you and Zhou Jingwei should be dealt with by you and him."
Cheng Weiyue seemed like a woman without an edge at a glance, but at that moment, all her thorns seemed to be on display.
