Chen Zhiquan stepped out of Cheng Su's office as the sky gradually darkened, with the north wind howling as if it was about to snow.
Yet, Chen Zhiquan felt that the sky before him was clearer than ever, the burden in his heart had been lifted, and he felt utterly relaxed.
Only...
He glanced at Joy Soon Loy's factory grounds, where his grand ambitions and spirits once soared high. He feared that from now on, they would be no more.
Chen Zhiquan revealed a wry smile and strode away.
It was getting late. Cheng Su and Ying Xiaoya packed up their things and left together.
"I really didn't expect Chen Zhiquan to be such a scoundrel. You even allowed him to draw his salary in advance, Susu. What are you planning to do with him? I think he should be thrown in jail, to reflect on his terrible conscience," Ying Xiaoya said indignantly.
