"Ah, Director Zhu, please, take a seat,"
The person who rose to greet him was none other than Zhu Lin, who had been driven out by Tan Xiao before.
Compared to the spirited director of before, Zhu Lin now appeared somewhat dispirited, his brow furrowed with a hint of worry.
"Mr. Yang, don't call me Director Zhu anymore. You might as well call me Zhu Lin. After all, I'm no longer the director,"
Zhu Lin said with a trace of dejection.
Yang Feng quickly replied, "What are you talking about, Director Zhu? You were fired by that girl Tan Xiao, not by our group. In my heart, you'll always be the spirited Director Zhu."
Upon hearing these words,
Zhu Lin was moved.
He hurriedly invited Yang Feng to take a seat.
And the young woman that Yang Feng had brought with him sat between the two men.
When the woman came in, she was wearing a trench coat.
Because the air conditioning was on in the private room,
she took off her trench coat.
