Zhao Qi had been gone for a while, but Zhou Yinghuai was still looking at the data in his hands, leaning back in his chair.
Chenxi online education platform.
Legal representative, Jiang Tan.
With the document in one hand, studying these two characters, his other hand held a cigarette that was almost burnt out between his fingertips.
The character Tan, in fact, conveys ancient and serene undertones.
Just like what the head of Pudu Temple had suggested to him — to burn more sandalwood incense to promote inner calmness and focus.
However, no one knew that at this very moment, sitting there with an impassive and aloof expression, Zhou Yinghuai was experiencing a turbulent storm within his heart.
"Jiang Tan," in the silence of the room, his elegant and gentle voice broke the quietness, laced with a nonchalantly slow smile. Yet, upon closer listen, it was filled with rage and gritting teeth, "How dare you come back?"
How dare you return?
I told you, never fall into my hands again.
