Mr. Zeng shifted awkwardly.
"I asked, Zhang Guanglei's colleagues say that this is his private life, they rarely inquire."
Xu Dayuan's voice was grave, and Mr. Zhao kicked Mr. Zeng lightly on the side, whispering a hint:
"That's an excuse, Mr. Zeng, do you have a girlfriend?"
Mr. Zeng shook his head.
"No girlfriend, I'm exhausted every day, when do I have the time to date or go matchmaking?"
Mr. Zhao nodded, raising his eyebrows.
"See, that's just the matter of a single question. We've known each other for just a couple of months, yet if I ask you'll tell me. They've worked together for many years, they would know even if their relationship isn't good. After all, they are colleagues and there's personal interaction. Isn't it unlikely that Zhang Guanglei never contributed to any pooled funds?"
