Song Zhen got in the car, closed the door himself, and rolled down the window to say to Chen Hao, "If anyone gives you trouble at work in the future, tell me right away."
Chen Hao, "Yes."
The window rolled up, and the car drove away.
Fang Rong's face was ashen. The Fang Family was a household name in Singapore, at the very least a senior to Song Zhen, yet this guy was so arrogantly rude, not giving him face in front of Chen Hao!
Fang Rong, chest heaving with anger, stood there, eyes burning with fury as he watched Song Zhen's car disappear.
Chen Hao glanced at him and walked away, circling around him from the side.
Halfway through the drive, Song Zhen's phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was Fang Rong calling, furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, then answered, "Director Fang, is something the matter?"
