Zhonghai in August is as hot as a furnace.
Under the dazzling scorching sun, the asphalt road had melted, looking like a pool of languid chocolate. On the sycamore trees on both sides, the cicadas shouted tirelessly in a hoarse effort.
But this heat didn't affect Chen Shouyi at all.
Half an hour later.
Chen Shouyi brought Wang Shengyuan back home.
The house was empty.
"Make yourself comfortable," Chen Shouyi greeted.
"I... I'll just stand."
"No need to be formal, just relax. If you want water, help yourself."
Chen Shouyi said politely and then ignored him, picking up the phone in the living room and dialing the president's office. A moment later, the other side answered.
"General Manager Chen, sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do for you?" the president said politely.
