Xue Qingshan nodded, his smile filled with profound meaning, "Understood, understood. Well, Director Wen, take your time leaving. I need to go deal with some matters."
"Alright, you're busy." Wen Jingheng nodded and strode towards his car.
Xue Qingshan watched his retreating figure for a moment, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth before he too turned and left.
When Wen Jingheng's assistant saw him coming, he hurriedly came out to help him open the car door.
On the way back, the assistant spoke in a low voice, "Director, if Xue Qingshan saw you coming and going from here, could he report you?"
Wen Jingheng, sitting in the backseat, rubbed his temples, "Report what?"
The assistant fell silent at once.
There really wasn't anything worth reporting. Even if a report was made, the higher-ups wouldn't take any action.
