"Tomorrow you'll be doing something big and your main concern is whether getting killed counts as a workplace injury?!" Xu Nuo almost lost control of his volume, but he managed, so he screamed quietly.
Xu Nuo silently wrapped up the remaining Red Silk Cake: "Are there many materials you need to give my dad?"
"All here." Wang Gen Sheng pulled out a few sheets from the draft paper on the table, "These are the places where I've sorted out the accounts and found obvious problems. There are many details I didn't have time to calculate."
Xu Nuo saw there were only a few sheets, grabbed them directly, glanced at them finding he couldn't understand, folded them up, and stuffed them into his pants pocket: "Are you crazy? Running to my house early in the morning to give my dad the whistleblowing materials, my dad starts a thorough investigation, even a fool would know it was you reporting."
