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What was supposed to be a pleasant welcome banquet, ended in discomfort.
Lu Chenyuan found Zhou Wenbin, who was sipping tea for digestion, and sat down on the genuine leather sofa next to him.
His well-defined hands resting on the dark teacup.
"How is she doing abroad? You took her out and just stopped caring?"
Zhou Wenbin gently blew on the floating tea leaves in his cup, his lips curving into a smile, "Just as you imagined, utterly useless, destitute, does President Lu intend to lend a helping hand?"
Zhou Wenbin was indignant; what was the point of Lu Chenyuan asking about Lin Yan now?
If he truly cared, how could he be completely ignorant about the five-year gap since Lin Yan's disappearance?
"When she left that year, she didn't take anything with her that she wasn't given; would she accept it now?"
"Think your money can settle the guilt you're feeling?"
