"Keep it down and be mindful of the impact. Don't forget we're in the office," Mu Qing reprimanded softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She cast a quick glance at Zhang Ziwen, who seemed to be concentrating on his documents, oblivious to her. Mu Qing sighed in relief.
Fan Lihua did not miss the change in her expression. A hint of jealousy swept across his eyes, and he sneered in his heart.
At that moment, several people entered the office. There were six in total, five men in suits and one stunning woman, Wu Min, who Zhang Ziwen knew quite well. She was also wearing casual clothes that day, dressed in a moon-white office suit that accentuated her beauty. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but admire her look, which appeared very much like a high-ranking office worker—professional with a touch of gentleness. Very appealing.
A middle-aged man approached Zhang Ziwen, showed his police identification, and asked routinely, "Are you Mr. Zhang Ziwen?"
