Inside the room, everyone was so startled they were burnt on the outside but tender on the inside.
Especially Guo Shanmiao, whose lips curled up in mockery.
Zhang Zhi hurried over and said anxiously, "Ah Zhou, don't rush off. There must be some misunderstanding. How about I take you to Vice President Xue, so you can explain things properly?"
Shen Zhou shook his head, "No need, Song Zhikun will soon be begging me to come back. There's no need for you to worry about this."
With one hand he held the cardboard box and with the other, he patted Zhang Zhi on the shoulder, then he walked out.
Watching his retreating figure, Guo Shanmiao, who had been deliberately suppressing his scorn and triumph, finally let it show.
He spat out, "Totally clueless about the high heavens and the vast earth, does Shen Zhou really consider himself a deity? As if everything goes by your say, this time it's ironclad! You're not coming back! Hmph, expecting Song Zhikun to beg you to return?"
