"It's rare for you to remember me," Nan Zhifeng said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Yuan Weiming's smile was very strained.
"Long time no see, how about a chat?"
"Sure, sure!"
The two of them went to the stairwell, and Yuan Weiming looked around anxiously and asked in a hushed voice, "Does the young master know you're at the company?"
"Does it matter whether he knows or not?" Nan Zhifeng smiled enigmatically.
"What do you mean?" Yuan Weiming widened his eyes, "Are you here to find me?"
Nan Zhifeng didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.
"I was just following orders back then," Yuan Weiming became panicked, "I gave you all the severance the young master offered, I didn't keep a cent..."
He wasn't finished speaking when footsteps could be heard not far away.
"It isn't good for you to keep this up, better leave quickly."
Yuan Weiming left those words behind and hurried off.
Nan Zhifeng stared at his retreating figure, his eyes dangerously narrowing…
