"I need an opportunity, that much is true, but there's more than one kind of opportunity," Jiang Muwan said, lifting her cup and sipping on some clear liquor.
A warm laugh spread through the private room.
In the top-floor office of Junhua, Robby walked in carrying clothes, placed them in the lounge, and was about to leave when Gu Jiangnian called out to him.
"Did Lan Ying say anything?"
Robby was slightly startled, pondered for a moment, trying to decipher the meaning behind his master's words.
The man looking down at his documents lifted his head to look at him.
Only then did Robby shake his head: "No."
As the words fell, Gu Jiangnian's eyebrows tightened, and a chill rushed from Robby's feet to his head.
He was just about to speak, to try to salvage the situation.
But he only heard Gu Jiangnian's cold voice dismiss him with two words: "Get out."
Nothing?
