"Factory, factory manager?"
"Why are you here?"
The man who had just stepped out of the workshop immediately saw Zhou Hongbing smoking at the door.
There were also four security guards who should have been on guard outside.
"Director Dong."
"What's that in your hand?"
Zhou Hongbing didn't respond to the man's surprise but directly asked about the bag in his hand.
A nervous expression immediately appeared on Director Dong's oil-stained face, yet he still forced out a smile and said, "Factory manager, I left something behind and wanted to come back to get it."
"Left something behind?"
Zhou Hongbing suddenly began to laugh.
He shook his head and then a mocking look appeared in his eyes as he said:
"Director Dong, are you taking me for a fool?"
"If I remember correctly, the apartment the company assigned you is at least a mile away from our factory, isn't it?"
"Coming back alone in the middle of the night?"
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
