Wang Biao glanced at Shen Yunfang and then at the man with glasses, and whispered, "This woman seems to have some backing, don't mess around."
"Don't worry, I'm just going to say a few words," the man with glasses nodded.
Wang Biao looked at the two uneasily, but thinking that the man with glasses was after all his comrade-in-arms, he pretended not to see Shen Yunfang's gaze and strode out.
Seeing the man leave, Shen Yunfang understood she had to be alone with this mentally twisted man, so she stopped worrying and relaxed, sitting down again.
She didn't know what Director Zhao had heard just now, but it seemed that, in any case, it was a good thing for her, perhaps there was some news from Li Hongjun or Xing Zhonghua.
While she was contemplating with her head down, the door was forcefully kicked open. A burly figure strode in.
Because of the backlight, the two inside the room couldn't see who had come in, but Shen Yunfang recognized the newcomer by his voice.
