Seo Zhenzhen had not withdrawn money, but the card had been swiped at the ATM, indeed leaving a trace.
Within no more than ten minutes, Zhou Lin had obtained the surveillance footage, watching Seo Zhenzhen seemingly preparing to withdraw money, but after receiving a phone call, she left without even taking the card.
He curled his lips slightly, his expression somber, "Quite clever."
He wasn't praising Seo Zhenzhen, but rather the person behind Seo Zhenzhen.
Secretary Zhang was sweating, "President Zhou, what should we do?"
"What about Zhou Jinzhong? Any news?" Zhou Lin threw the tablet onto the couch, where the surveillance continued to loop.
"He's preparing for this year's grand birthday celebration."
"He's not yet eighty, and not even close to ninety, and he's organizing a grand birthday?" Zhou Lin coldly looked outside the window.
Secretary Zhang didn't dare to speak.
Soon, someone had returned the card.
It felt icy in hand.
