Having taken their seats, Zhang Ye's gaze quickly settled on Lu Yong, yet he just watched without speaking.
The man's name had not appeared before his eyes.
It meant the level of trust was still far from sufficient.
But that was not important.
Because he had never intended to bring this person into the company.
"Lu Yong."
"You seem to be doing quite poorly here."
Zhang Ye suddenly asked.
As he spoke, his eyes intently studied the somewhat yellowed coat on the other person.
It was an old-fashioned suit jacket.
It looked fairly neat, obviously well-tended before coming here.
In contrast was Lu Yong's equally yellowed face.
Gaunt features, a dark yellow complexion.
Just like those vagrants outside who often go hungry.
It was also for this reason that, although Lu Yong had a fairly tall figure, the suit still looked somewhat baggy on him.
His muscles were no longer sufficient to fill out this once well-fitting piece of clothing.
