One hour later, Sheng Jianan arrived at the Zhou Real Estate headquarters, headed straight to the top floor office, and saw Zhou Chengze's desk with two cups, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of tequila.
"I've already arranged for Xiao Yi to be sent home, so you don't need to worry."
Since it was the weekend, there was no one in the group. Zhou Chengze put some ice into the cups, poured two glasses of liquor, walked over to Sheng Jianan, and handed him one: "I think you need some of this."
Sheng Jianan took it but didn't drink. Zhou Chengze didn't mind and said, "I know you already have the answers in your mind. The situation is pretty much as you thought."
Zhou Chengze's voice was very clear, Sheng Jianan's fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles increasingly prominent.
